#jay white fanfic

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Maybe a Jay white x reader where they are married and she is apart of the bullet club gold and they are so affectionate towards one another and Jay is always cheering her on and she does the same for him. Maybe she is a Gunn sibling and always wins her matches but prince Nana keeps harrasing her because of the bang bang scissors gang and they all come out there to protect the reader. And maybe swerve trys to get involved.

Bang Bang Gang

This one's a bit short but I hope you enjoy it! (This has not been proofread!)

@saramusazzi99 asked to be tagged in this :)

Mentions: Of Prince Nana being a perv

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One of the main reasons I signed with All Elite Wrestling was so that I could be with my wife Y/n. It had been so long since we were in a promotion together. Instantly the two of us were put in a faction together, the fans loved seeing us together and I coudn’t deny getting paid to spend time with my wife. Both of us were hesitant at first to create Bullet Club Gold since I just left Bullet Club in Japan but Tony Khan assured us everything would work out just fine. I trusted him up until this very moment. Currently, I sat in the Bang Bang Lounge trying to calm down my clearly upset wife. For some odd reason, Prince Nana of all people had been coming out and causing Y/n matches. I didn’t have anything against Swerve and The Gunns and Juice had nothing against the Moguel Embassy. So why was Y/n getting harassed by them?

“So tell us what happened one more time,” Austin asked “Well, I was just having my match with Willow Nightingale when all of a sudden Prince Nana appeared. He asked me if I wanted to see his ‘royal jewels’. When I told him to fuck off he reminded me that he was always watching” My blood was boiling once I heard Y/n explain what occurred moments ago once again. 

I know it didn’t sound like much but this Prince Nana thing had been happening for weeks. Normally I would be ringside for all of Y/n’s matches but every now and then we needed a break from the other. Not to mention our matches happened to be booked back to back. “Do you want me to do something? I can talk to him?” I asked  “No, can you just be ringside for my next match? If I’m trying to become AEW Women’s world champion I need to be focused on my matches. How can I focus if I’m constantly thinking of Prince Nana” Y/n had a point. She needed to be completely focused on capturing gold. “I promise, next week Prince Nana will regret even breathing in the same room as you” 

Just like I said I would keep my promise. Next week Y/n would get her shot for the number one contender for the AEW women’s championship and I would do anything to ensure she would be victorious. As Y/n made her entrance Juice, Austin, Colten and I followed close behind. We watched the ring like hawks, one of us stood on each side of the ring. Just if on command Prince Nana appeared out of nowhere. “How much do you want boss?” He asked me “What? “ “How much?” “How much for what?” “How much for Y/n?” did this psycho just ask me how much I would sell my wife for? I was sick to my stomach at his comments. “Excuse me?” “I think she would make a great addition to the Moguel embassy” I was distracted from my conversation with Prince Nana when Y/n asked “Is everything okay out here?” to which I responded cheerily “Everything is fine my dear” 

I waited until Y/n won her match before I started to beat the bloody hell out of Prince Nana. Soon the Moguel embassy and Swerve joined the mix and we were now at war. This was a bloody brawl. 

Security tried to pry us off each other but it was no use. This was personal, I was going to make them regret everything. I knew I had taken it too far when they sent the entire locker room out to separate us. Reality set in when Y/n looked at me like I was a madman. I looked down to see the Moguel Embassy lying in a pool of their blood. 

I didn’t care about the consequences, I didn’t care that the Gunns and I could get our ROH trios titles taken away. All I cared about was making sure Y/n was okay. I wanted to send a message to the locker room. If you mess with my girl you’ll breathe with the switchblade. 

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[daddyhausen]

Hi whenever you’re requests are open again I would love to have a poly relationship with Jay White & El Phantasmo

• poly relationship headcannons — el phantasmo + jay white •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, poly relationship

{ word count } — 212

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jay white x el phantasmo

{ genre } — smut / fluff

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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

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they would have a hard time sharing you at first

what with both of them having raging egos

jay claims that he should have more time with you considering he began dating you first

to which riley would claim the same except on the basis that he fucks you better

you admired their persistence but lord they needed to learn to share

so you gave them an ultimatum

either they get along and share you or neither of them would get to have you that night

to which both boys would quiet down

meekly responding with a “yes ma’am” in unison

both boys have submissive tendencies

riley will break and bend to your every will while jay is more bratty and disobedient

all in which is quickly fixed with an orgasm or two

their soft spot for you was evident since day one

they’d always tend to spoil you, even on days when it did not call for it

riley would buy you simple gifts like flowers and stuffed animals

jay would tend to be a bit more extravagant, with jewellery and that of the sort

even surprising you with a brand new car when your old one got wrecked

despite the vast differences between their gifts you cherished them all equally.

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[debbiechanclub]

Empty Rooms

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairing: Kyle Fletcher x OFC (with a bit of x Jay White) Word Count: 3,321 Warnings: Drinking, language, a lotta angst

Following a long, slow end to her relationship with Jay, Nellie finds herself single in London on her birthday. But she doesn't end the night alone.

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Tag squad: @aussiearrow @statdaddy @knifepervert @sldghmmr @rusevday @missbrownstone @meteora-fc @bec0m @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09

Sunday, September 19, 2021 London, England

The Undisputed British Women’s Championship felt heavier in Nellie’s hand leaving the ring than it had entering it. Of course, it wasn’t heavier—she was weaker, her lungs on fire and her muscles taxed after a grueling twenty-minute two-out-of-three-falls match. But as spent as she was, Nellie hadn’t felt this much pride in a while. Successfully defending her title for the fifth time since winning it in July was one hell of a birthday present.

“And still.”

Kyle Fletcher greeted her with a wide smile as she returned backstage. Aussie Open’s winner-take-all match against Destination Everywhere for both the PWA Tag Team Championship and RevPro Undisputed British Tag Team Championship was next.

“That was a hell of a match, Nell,” Mark complimented.

“Thanks,” she smiled and bumped each of their fists in turn. Nellie had known Kyle and Mark for almost as long as she’d been working RevPro, but for most of that time they’d been little more than acquaintances, not to mention one-time rivals—Aussie Open had won their first RevPro tag team championship by beating Suzuki-gun back when Nellie had been dating and managing Zack.

However, when Nellie had defeated Zoe Lucas to capture the vacant RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Championship for a second time—ironically, on July Fourth—she’d decided right then and there to be a fighting champion. And that meant working more dates for RevPro, which in turn meant seeing the Aussies more and having the chance to actually get to know them; and soon enough, Nellie, Kyle, and Mark had graduated from acquaintances to friends who texted and sent each other memes and made plans for when she’d been in England next.    

And she’d been there quite frequently lately.

“How many defenses is that now?” Mark asked.

Nellie hoisted the title up onto her shoulder. “Five… in three months.”

“Jesus,” he breathed.

“I think I’m in love,” Kyle added.

She grinned. “Win the RevPro tag titles and maybe we’ll talk,” she teased him—and not for the first time. That was something else that had developed between her and Kyle in recent weeks. But he’d started it.

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he smirked.

“Will you?” Nellie parried; but then she noticed the knowing smirk on Mark’s face and became suddenly embarrassed. Trading cheeky DMs with Kyle was one thing. Flirting with him in front of people was quite another.

“Good luck!” she quickly said, and she turned and continued down the hall, her heart rate picking up again.

* * * *

An hour after her match, Nellie’s phone was still pinging with likes, comments, and retweets of the sweaty post-match photo she’d shared to her socials with a simple but intriguing caption: And still. Three months, five defenses. And I’m hunting more hardware.

It was that last line that had everyone speculating—and they’d find out what she meant soon enough. Recently, Nellie and Torrance had decided to bet on themselves and enter the upcoming Goddesses of Stardom Tag League as a team. It was a bold move, not only because they’d never tagged together before, but because they were in separate factions: Nellie in Queen’s Quest, Torrance in Cosmic Angels. But they’d both been looking to shake things up in their careers, and the tag league presented the perfect opportunity.

“We seriously need to come up with a team name,” Torrance said as she sat in the dressing room scrolling through her own social media feeds. “They’re announcing the entrants in two weeks, I think.”

“I know,” Nellie agreed, pausing to swipe mascara over her lashes. Of course they were going out; it was her birthday. “I’ve been trying to think of a play on our names, but all I’ve come up with is Team TKO and I don’t think that fits us.”

Torrance’s eyes turned pensive. “Cosmic Queens?” she finally said.

Nellie started to reject it—but she snapped her fingers. It had come to her just like that. “Cosmic Queendom.”

“Yessss, that’s it,” Torrance smiled. “Although it kinda sounds like we’re trying to join United Empire, too.”

Nellie stopped what she was doing. “Oh God, it does,” she realized. But Torrance shrugged.

“Fine with me,” she grinned. That time, Nellie decided to keep her comments to herself.

Initially, Torrance hadn’t planned on coming to London. But she’d made a spur-of-the-moment decision last week to book a last-minute flight—and it wasn’t just because she wanted to be there to support Nellie. She had other, more personal motivations; ones that involved Will Ospreay.

From Nellie’s perspective, Will had come completely out of left field. She knew that he and Torrance had gone on a few dates back in 2017—Nellie had even gone on the most awkward double date of her life with them and David Finlay—but up until about a month ago, Torrance had been involved with Robbie Eagles. Casually involved, admittedly, but involved nonetheless—and Nellie thought he was a much better match for Torrance than Will was.

But when it came down to it, Torrance seemed happy; and after everything she’d been through surrounding the contentious end of her and Ishimori’s relationship earlier that year, the last thing Nellie wanted to do was rain on her parade.

“Speaking of United Empire,” Torrance added. “Is Kyle gonna end up in more than just your DMs tonight?”

“Torr!” Nellie proclaimed; but she couldn’t help her grin. “Jesus.”

“I’m just saying; I’d support it one hundred percent. It’s your birthday and you deserve to get dicked down.”

Nellie flushed hot at Torrance’s frankness of speech; but it would be a bald-faced lie to say she hadn’t been considering doing exactly that with Kyle. He was the perfect candidate on paper for a night of no-strings-attached fun. They were friends but not close enough that it would complicate anything; she was less than two months out of a heartbreaking relationship, and he was only twenty-two—neither of them was looking for anything serious. And besides, Torrance was right: she did deserve to get dicked down.

“Well… maybe I will,” she smirked and her phone pinged again. But the notification sound was different that time; the one she’d set for text messages. She finished up her makeup and then reached for her phone—and nearly dropped it when saw the text was from Jay.

Happy birthday, Nell. And congrats on the win. Five defenses in three months is insane.

“What the fuck.”

“What?” Torrance asked, and Nellie realized she’d said that out loud.

“Jay just texted me happy birthday.”

“What?” Torrance was just as taken aback. “No.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, and she handed her phone over so Torrance could see it for herself. Her mouth dropped.

“Oh, what the fuck.”

“Now you see why I said it,” Nellie commented.

“Have you two even said two words to each other since you broke up?”

She shook her head. “No.” It worked Torrance up even more.

“And he just pops up to wish you happy birthday like nothing happened,” she said. “Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m surprised; it’s just like Jay to pull something like that.”

Now that she'd said it, Nellie wasn’t surprised, either; that was exactly how Jay had acted throughout the final three months of their relationship. After he’d won the NEVER Openweight Championship, Nellie had felt like he would put her on the backburner for days at a time until he’d suddenly remember they were together. That they needed to communicate, check-in with each other, be there for each other even while thousands of miles apart, especially while working through the uncertainty of their situation.

Except, they hadn’t worked through it. And months later, Nellie was still trying to work out why.

“You’re not thinking about texting him back, are you?” Torrance asked.

Knock! Knock-knock-knock! Knock-knock!

A rhythmic series of knocks on the dressing room door spared Nellie from having to answer, and then Will’s voice shouted through to them.

“Oi! Are you two ready?”

Torrance looked back at Nellie as she stood to answer the door. “Don’t text him back. You have better things to do tonight—like a six-foot-four Aussie.”

Nellie scoffed. But her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she looked back at the text, until she locked her phone and put it away.

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It was a challenge to find anywhere to get a drink after 11 p.m. on a Sunday in London, unless you knew where to look—and of course Will knew where to look. So, he called an Uber X and a black Range Rover arrived to take them away. On the ride, the conversation naturally turned to all their success that night and what shows they had booked next, at which point Nellie asked Kyle and Mark if they had any plans to wrestle in Japan soon, given that they were the newest members of United Empire. Kyle told her he hoped it would be sooner rather than later. And when Nellie grinned and said, “I hope so, too,” she really meant it.

But it was less than ten minutes before they reached their destination—and it really was the kind of place you needed to know about, tucked away on a side street in between much newer and taller buildings. On the outside, it looked like a typical English pub, a weathered brick-and-wood front adorned with an elegant hunter green sign hand-painted with gold lettering. But as soon as Nellie got out of the Range Rover she heard the pulse of dance music and saw the flash of strobe lights through the windows. It was unexpected, to say the least.

“Why does this seem like exactly the kind of place you’d know about?” Torrance said to Will.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he returned, and he took her hand and led them all inside.

The pub was cramped as it was, and it was packed wall-to-wall with people—at the bar, on the dancefloor, crowded around tables in the back. It was a dive for sure, and the atmosphere instantly transported Nellie back three years, to when nearly every trip to England had seen nights out with Riley to places just like this, and they would have drinks and Nellie would act coy even though she knew she’d fall into bed with him again.

And when Kyle put his hand on the small of her back, it felt like history might repeat itself with someone new.

“You want a drink?”

He’d leaned in to be heard above the music, and the ghost of his lips against her ear sent a pleasant tingle up Nellie’s spine. She nodded. “Yeah.”

She wasn’t sure if his hand found hers or the other way around, but their fingers intertwined, and he led her through the crowd to the bar. When they arrived, he guided her in front of him, his hand on her hip, her body tucked against his side.

“Shots?” he asked.

Nellie unintentionally leaned her head back against him as she laughed. “You would suggest shots.”

“Well, yeah!” Kyle returned. “It’s your birthday! I want you to enjoy it.” He squeezed her hip. It made more than just Nellie’s spine tingle that time.

He ordered a round of shots for the group, and they toasted to Nellie’s birthday and United Empire—“And Torr and Nell, consider this your unofficial initiation,” Will had said—and then they ordered more drinks and made their way to a booth in a less-crowded area on the second floor (Will's handiwork, of course). But Will didn’t stay long himself; Torrance pulled him away to the dancefloor, and once Mark realized he’d be third wheeling it, he disappeared, too, and Nellie and Kyle were left alone. They sat close, his arm resting behind her on the booth, their knees touching under the table. Nellie propped her chin up by her elbow and turned to look at him. He grinned.

“Do you know how fucking hot you are?”

Nellie couldn’t help it—she laughed. It was exactly the sort of compliment she’d expect from a twenty-two-year-old at a bar. But that didn’t make it any less flattering.

“I’m serious,” Kyle added, and he started ticking off her praises on his fingers. “You’re a bad-ass wrestler, you’re smart, you’re funny, and to top it all off you’re a fucking smokeshow. It’s not fair, actually.”

Nellie bit back a grin as she stirred her drink. “I’m also twenty-nine.”

Kyle’s brow furrowed. “And?” He was clearly confused as to why she’d mention that. “What does that matter?”

“Are you into older women?”

Their seven-year age difference was something that had been lurking in the back of Nellie’s mind from the day she and Kyle had started their flirtation. Not because it mattered—it didn’t, not if they were two consenting adults just getting their rocks off for a night—but just because it was there. Fact. And Nellie had never been with someone that much younger than her.

But it seemed to be a complete non-issue to Kyle. “Older women?” He laughed. “No—I’m into you. And I don’t think of you as an ‘older woman.’”

Nellie grinned again. “Oh, so you’re into me, huh?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I thought that was kind of obvious with all the flirting and compliments, but I can be more obvious if you need me to.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s more obvi…”

She trailed off as he pulled her into him and kissed her. And while Nellie had half-expected him to do it, she hadn’t at all expected her physical response to it. Kyle’s lips were soft, and so was the kiss, slow and sensual, one arm wrapped around her shoulders to draw her close, his other hand cradling the side of her face, his fingers reaching back into her hair. It was a purposeful kiss; attentive. Nellie hadn’t felt so coveted in months.

He broke away, nipping at her bottom lip just so. When Nellie opened her eyes, Kyle was smirking at her.

“Mommy? Sorry. Mom—”

She shoved him away. “Oh, fuck off.”

“I’m sorry, it was right there!” he laughed. “But is that a bit more obvious?”

Nellie smirked. “Obviously,” she returned. And then, like an intrusive thought, she remembered Jay’s text, still sitting left on read on her phone.

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Thanks. I’ve been trying to keep busy.

Nellie sent the text as they all walked out of the pub, when no one was paying attention. It was after 1 a.m., and alcohol had weakened her resolve. Between Kyle’s lips, his smile, the way he touched her, and the ghost of Jay still haunting the empty rooms in her heart, Nellie’s head was a mess.

“Nell! You coming?”

She looked up at the sound of Kyle’s voice and realized she’d fallen behind. She pushed her phone into her back pocket and hurried to catch up, looping her arm through his and falling in step next to him.

The guys had decided they wanted a late-night snack, and of course Will knew of a 24-hour bagel shop a short walk away. The guys went up to the counter to order while Nellie and Torrance stood against the wall, out of the way. It took all but a few seconds for Torrance to ask exactly what Nellie knew she would.

“So… will Kyle be giving you a birthday present?”

Of course Nellie had told Torrance that Kyle had kissed her back at the pub, and she was almost certain Torrance had gone and told Will. She stole a furtive glance at the guys out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but by the way Will nudged Kyle and the grin on Kyle’s face, she had some idea.

“I don’t know.”

Torrance frowned when she heard that. “Why not?” she asked—and as if in answer, Nellie’s phone buzzed in her back pocket. She pulled it out without thinking about it—again: alcohol—and saw that Jay had responded.

Well it looks good on you.

Her head spun. Torrance noticed—and she already knew. She came around Nellie’s side and looked at her phone. Her lips parted in disappointment.

“You texted him back? Nell.”

“I know, but I don’t need a lecture about it right now, okay?” Nellie returned. She was tired, and a bit drunk, and a lot confused. And thankfully, Torrance was the kind of friend who could recognize that.

“Okay, but don’t reply to that one,” she urged.

“Everything alright over here?” Will walked over and handed a blondie wrapped in cellophane to Torrance. He nudged his chin at Nellie. “You look a million miles away, Nell.”

“Oh,” she quickly shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I think the night’s just catching up to me.”

“I’m sure Kyle could sort it out for you,” he commented, and her face burned. She barely had a moment to recover before Kyle and Mark joined them, bagel sandwiches in hand. Kyle took a big bite out of his and hummed in satisfaction.

“This hits the spot, for sure,” he said. He offered the bagel to Nellie. “Want a bite?”

She eyed it; it did look good. So, she grabbed Kyle’s hand and took a bite.

“Jeez, taking my food already!” he proclaimed.

“You offered!” Nellie returned through a mouth full of food. Kyle just grinned and winked at her.

“Well, shall we?” Will said then. “I’ll call the Uber.”

* * * *

When Kyle had leaned into Nellie’s ear in the backseat of the Uber and quietly asked if she wanted him to come back to her hotel room, she’d looked up at him and nodded yes. But she didn’t know if she’d hook up with him. She still didn’t know as they walked through the door, or as she changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, or even as they cuddled up together on the bed, atop the covers. They didn’t turn on the TV or look at their phones; and even though Nellie still wasn’t sure, she did notice that the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It didn’t feel like she’d made a mistake inviting Kyle back to her hotel room. It was nice just having his company.

“I want you to know I don’t expect anything to happen tonight,” he eventually said. “I know it hasn’t been that long since you and Jay broke up.”

Something ached deep inside Nellie’s chest. She did her best to ignore it. “How long do you think it’s been?”

It was a genuine question. She and Jay had kept their relationship out of the public eye even when they’d been at their happiest, and they’d handled their break-up just as privately. But there had been clues. Ones that Nellie assumed Kyle had picked up on.

“About a month, I guess?” he answered. “At least, that’s about how long ago I started to notice you sharing certain songs to your Instagram stories and posting thirst trap photos.”

A corner of Nellie’s mouth quirked up. “Oh, so you noticed the photos?”

“Of course I noticed the photos, are you joking? Those photos could make a blind man see again.”

She laughed out loud that time. “Well, I’m glad you noticed,” she said, and she saw him smirk out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, her voice small but genuine. “It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve been noticed like that.”

Kyle’s eyebrows arched. “Did Jay go blind?”

“It sort of feels that way,” she said, and she started to withdraw again, into those empty rooms.

But she pulled herself out and looked up at Kyle. “But it’s his loss.”

Kyle smiled at her, warm and wide, just like he had when she’d returned backstage from winning her match. Just like he had been all night. “It’s absolutely his loss,” he said, and Nellie pulled his lips against hers, getting lost in the feel of him.

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[windhamsrotunda]

Bloodmoney - Jay White

Pairing: Jay White x Female! Reader (mentioning of Tama Tonga)

Synopsis: Backstage, you happen to be talking to one of your co-workers at NJPW, Tama Tonga. Jay crosses paths with you, and is seemingly the jealous type. But you had absolutely no idea what he could be capable of behind closed doors.

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Jealous / Dominant!Jay, Dumbification, Sex with Consent, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Aftercare, 18+ Only.

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested by: @cuttingedge3

Thousands of thoughts rushed through your brain like motion detectors as you were casually strolling backstage, your high heels clicking against the solid concrete floors. The sound of your high heels were louder than your voice in the back of your mind, well, you could barely hear yourself think. You carried your bag that was lazily slung over your shoulder, you had all of these mixed emotions about how Jay had recently confessed to you how ‘’he liked you’’ and how it was possibly gonna ruin your friendship for good. 

But you were overthinking shit again like you always were.

As your leather bag plopped down hard onto the concrete without any mercy, you glanced down at your own feet for a second. Snapping out of your daydreaming, your eyes narrowed down at your phone, suddenly, you felt a swift tap on your shoulder.

‘’Who in the fuck—’’

‘’Oh, hi Y/N! Did I catch you at a bad time?’’ Your co-worker Tama questioned in curiosity, feeling a bit bad from startling you since you were so focused into your phone you didn’t even acknowledge him crossing paths with you.

You let out a small giggle

‘’Nah, I didn’t see you come towards me. Sorry about that. But hey, how have you been stranger?’’ You replied in a joking manner, giving him a welcoming hug.

‘’I’ve been well, thanks. How’s everything with you?’’

‘’Same old, same old. Although I  have been hitting the gym and trying to lose weight. As a matter of fact, I believe I’ve made some progress.’’ Tama flashed a charming smile at you, a smile that you could never forget. 

You and Tama talked for a good couple of minutes, right when you were about to go your separate ways, Jay White was lurking down the hall.

‘’I’ll catch you later, take care of yourself for me alright?’’ Tama gave you a wink and a hug. 

‘’Okay, see you later!’’ You waved, smiling widely.

‘’Hey, who in the hell was that were you talking to?’’ a voice erupted behind you, making you spin around quickly.

‘’Jay? I thought you had a match! Don’t be silly, that’s just a friend of mine, his name is Tama,’’ You explained, the lump in your throat grew. 

Jay seemed as if he either lost his match or he was a bit ticked off by the fact you were caught talking to another guy. 

His eyebrows knitted.

‘’A friend? Then why was he flirting with you, huh Y/N?’’ He inquired sternly, ‘’I saw him wink at you, I am not stupid. He was showing off for you.’’

‘’Okay, look Jay. If you’re going to be that way, then forget about what you said about wanting to be more than friends. I know what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to be controlling and jealou—-’’

Within a matter of seconds, you knew you fucked up. He cut you off, grabbing your hand by force and dragging you to his locker room that was three doors down the hall. Jay let go of the grip on your hand, slamming the door behind him.

‘’I don’t give a damn about who he is or what he’s capable of, but he should know who you actually belong to,’’ He said, inching his way closer to you. 

You smelt the strong scent of men’s cologne lingering off of him, your face began to wash over in sexual frustration. The sexual tension between you and your ‘’not made it official yet’’ boyfriend was bearing. You had two choices, either you leave the locker room untouched or take it like a woman should. 

Your heart skipped a beat as his hand met your jawline, his calloused fingers softly grazing over your jaw. 

‘’I have been always waiting for this moment since the day I laid my eyes on you, Y/N. I want you to know who owns you.’’ He murmured, eyes never taken off of your’s. ‘’Besides, I bet Tama can’t make you feel as good as I will make you feel right in this locker room.’’

You were lost in the moment, your head was spiraling with sexual fantasies that you could never imagine happening. Your blood rushed from your head down to your garden, Jay was barely touching you although his voice alone turned you on. Everything, including the thought of him turned you on.

You needed to be punished.

Wasting no more time, Jay backed you into the wall and pressed all of his body weight against yours, he hoisted you up off of the ground so you could have a chance to wrap your legs around his waist. His hard erection through his ripped jeans poked at your thigh, he stared a hole right through you as he continued to dirty talk his way into fucking you senseless.

‘’All of these sick fantasies you have about me are about to come into reality,’’ He whispered, his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs as he kissed you with so much passion. ‘’Why have you waited so long for this moment, hmm? Instead of hesitating, all you had to do was ask. And I would’ve took the offer in a heartbeat.’’

His heavy breathing trailed down your sensitive neck, his teeth nipping at the sweet spot of your collarbone. You let out a soft cry, eyeing down at his rock hard erection that was visible. 

‘’My eyes are up here, sweetheart. You won’t wait any longer for my cock.’’ Jay teased, grinding his hips against yours. ‘’I promise I’m a man of my word, just remember that.’’

Biting down on your lip, he carried you without effort to the locker room shower. He undressed you and followed by him removing his clothes completely. He lifted you up to bury his hands underneath your ass. Stepping into the shower with caution, he backed you into the shower wall. Starting the shower, the water spurted down as it began to get both of your bodies wet.

His crumbled fist found locks of your h/c hair, yanking your head back with a little bit of added force to it, but not too hard. Your eyes locked onto his orbs, his breathing began to become heavier than the sound of the water rushing down onto the both of you in the shower.

Without any knowledge of what he was about to do next, his eyes screamed for consent of owning you and fucking you into oblivion. Jay turned to his choice on sinking his cock deep inside of you, the head of his cock slipping into you with ease. You tilted your head back, a high pitched moan or two escalated out of you.

‘’J-Jay, my fucking god!’’ 

Picking the pace up, his dick now pounding in and out of you while he watched you grip around nothing. His hands were still buried underneath your ass, the side of his face fell into the crook of your neck, moaning aloud.

‘’Mhhh my god, Y/N. Didn’t really realize how good this will feel to both me and you.’’ 

His panting became much heavier, he was enjoying every second of this moment with you. Your face softened, blissful moans drowned the sound of the shower running. As your sore breasts jolted up, Jay’s hand quickly moved away from your bottom to attach it around your throat. He squeezed softly, while hoisting you up with one hand now without any effort. You let out a breathy moan, barely wincing at the contact he had around your throat. The pressure was soft, although he had no intention of hurting you – he wanted you to know who owns you.

‘’Who do you belong to?’’ He asked in a raspy tone, his large fingers aligned with your jawline.

‘’You. I belong to you!’’ You bellowed out, eyes pierced into his.

‘’Good girl.’’ 

He released his softened grip on your jawline, strands of his black hair fell into his moon-lit face. He looked so fucking sexy when he looked like this. An animalistic growl came out of Jay, your knees slowly starting to feel like jello.

‘’Where do you want me to cum, hmm? On your pretty little face?’’ He leaned to press his forehead against yours, hinting to you that he was close.

‘’Cum on my pretty little face.’’ Your lips tugged into a smirk.

‘’On your knees,’’ 

The head of Jay’s cock left your pulsating entrance, you obliged to get on your knees. His 6’1 height towered over you, he pumped himself a few times before releasing all over your face. He watched in amusement as you licked your lips seductively, with your finger slipping into your mouth humming at the taste.

‘’So fucking beautiful.’’ He praised.

Helping you off of your knees, he wrapped you in a dark blue towel securely. 

‘’Did you enjoy our little shower session?’’ He asked, smiling playfully.

‘’Yes, I loved it a lot. I like when you show your animalistic side.’’ You confessed blushing.

‘’You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart. This is only the beginning to our love triangle.’’

A/N: Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! - Shar?

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[inastrangerskiss]

sunrise

Jay White x Reader

content warning: brief references to alcohol

summary: you had just wanted to wake up early and enjoy a little bit of the morning alone

The ocean waves crashed against the shore in the distance - a gentle “good morning” from the coastline. The hazy sun illuminated the tiny grains of sand that had found their way onto the kitchen floor. You felt them push into your feet as you quietly walked to the kettle. You were careful to turn the faucet on low as you filled it just enough for one cup.

You didn’t want to wake any of your friends, nestled in their respective beds one floor away.

You also didn’t want anyone to break your moment of peace.

The kettle beeped and you poured the steaming water into your mug, dipping a sachet of green tea in as you turned to face the bay window.

You smiled to yourself, remembering the night before.

When you had agreed to this vacation you had expected a week of relaxation. You had expected a week of suntanning and al fresco dinners. You should’ve known you’d get more than you had asked for.

It started when you were unloading your luggage from your car. You struggled helplessly to dislodge your suitcase from the other dozen bags you had shoved into your trunk, cursing your inability to pack reasonably.

A hand met your shoulder, the strong fingers squeezing gently to get your attention.

You turned around only to find Jay standing behind you, his bright blue eyes framed by tiny, little crinkles as he smiled happily down on you.

“Need a little help?” He asked.

You felt a little butterfly emerge from its cocoon in your chest, awoken by his gaze. You nodded slowly, fighting back a sense of bashfulness you had often felt around him.

You didn’t see him much usually and you always figured it was for the best. You always devolved into a rambling, anxious mess when he was nearby. It was the long, dark, curly hair that he always pulled half up and half down. It was how he looked slicking it back as he walked out of the ocean. It was how he laughed at all of your jokes and never once looked like he wasn’t listening to your stories.

He carefully pulled your bag free of the trunk and placed it beside you. He then took several of your remaining bags and helped carry them to your room, politely leaving them just by the door. You turned to thank him but he was gone before the words could come free of your mouth.

That evening wasn’t much easier. The campfire was lit and drinks were passed around, an orange aura was cast over everyone who sat near. You felt his eyes flicker over you in the same way the flames licked at the logs of wood, sending electric shocks down your spine. When you shivered he offered his jacket, wrapping the soft leather around your arms, his hands gently pulling your hair out from under the collar.

He leaned in towards you as you answered his question about what you had been up to lately.

You felt silly feeling so excited by his attention. You didn’t notice the way he nervously fidgeted with the wrinkles in his jeans.

But it was a new day.

You held your tea close to your chest as you stared out towards the fire pit. Chairs had toppled over in the late night breeze, a bottle remained unrecycled in the shade by the bushes. You wondered if the clouds in the distance indicated rain or receding haze from the morning fog.

It was peaceful.

It was quiet.

And then the sound of floorboards creaking over your head broke you out of your reverie. You stood still, hoping not to attract anyone towards your location but the footsteps crept slowly towards the hall. The sound of a door carefully creaked open, the hinges squeaking out into the morning air. The person began descending the stairs and you sighed.

Your alone time was over.

You crossed your arms and turned your head towards the bay window once more. You didn’t want conversation and so you refused to invite it.

“Hey you.” A familiar voice whispered.

Your heart stopped and your head turned.

There, at the landing of the stairs, stretching his arms overhead so that his white t-shirt showed off just a fraction of his abdomen, was Jay. He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but feel a nervous, hot blush rushing over your cheeks.

“Up early?” He asked, his voice still raspy with sleep.

You nodded.

He walked to the cupboard and grabbed a mug with an insignia from what appeared to be a local animal sanctuary. He then moved towards the tea pot and you watched as he tilted the appliance, only to receive tiny drips and drops of lukewarm water. With a laugh, he looked up at you.

“Seriously?” He asked.

“I didn’t think anyone else was awake!” You quietly protested.

Jay shook his head all the same.

“Selfish, selfish.” He chided.

“I’m sorry!”

The anxiety began to melt away, making room for the cordiality you knew you were capable of. He passed you as he went to refill the kettle, his arm brushing yours. You wanted to reach out and hold onto him. You wanted to take him in your hands and bring him close. But, instead, you watched him silently as he filled the pot with enough water for at least three people.

“That’s how you should do it.” He smirked.

You only knew how to roll your eyes as words, once again, began to evade your mind.

“So,” he continued. “What’re you doing up?”

“I find it hard to sleep -“

“Right, you find it hard to sleep at the beach. I remember you told me last night.”

You felt a swill in your chest like waves in a storm as he nodded. He had listened to you. He had heard every single word.

“What do you typically do while everyone else is asleep?” He asked. “Besides use up all the water in the kettle for your tea, that is.”

He wasn’t going to let this go. And if it meant he’d keep talking to you, you were fine with that.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Usually I just make breakfast and sit by the beach.”

Jay nodded as he thought to himself. Then he turned to the fridge and opened it, sticking his head into its frosty confines.

“What would you normally make?” He asked. “Lot of stuff in here to choose from.”

You let your mind turn the question over and over in your head. “Maybe toast? Maybe, like, some toast with peanut butter and some fruit?”

Jay paused before pulling his head back from the fridge, his eyebrows raised. “You have all of this food in here and you want toast and fruit and nothing else?”

“I don’t really like breakfast!” You laughed, doing your best to not be too loud. Quickly, you gave in to his judgment. “Fine, what would you have?”

“Me?” Jay asked, pointing a finger into his chest. “I’d have two eggs, bacon. I’d heat up those frozen hash browns they got at the store yesterday. And then maybe I’d have some toast and fruit.”

“Right.” You nodded. “But you’re missing a key element.”

“And that is?”

“When you’re up before everyone the goal is to enjoy as much time as possible before everyone wakes up.” You explained. “If you’re down here, banging around pans and cracking eggs and making everything smell like bacon, you’ll have the whole house up before you know it.”

It took him a second but you could tell he was beginning to understand.

“Toast and fruit is simple and, so long as you’re careful, won’t wake anybody.”

The switch on the tea kettle clicked, informing Jay that his water was ready for pouring. As he prepared his drink, you opened a bag that contained an untouched loaf of sourdough bread. You plucked out two slices, placing them into the toaster and pushing the lever down.

Jay cut up a slice of lemon, holding it out to you as an offering and cutting a second slice as soon as you nodded an acceptance.

“Are you going to start making your breakfast?” You asked.

“Huh?”

“Sunrise only lasts a little longer.” You said. “If you want to come out and catch it with me, that is.”

“I’ll just have the same thing you’re having.” He gestured to the bag of bread.

“After giving me a hard time?”

You were incredulous but Jay only looked at you as though you were out of your mind.

“I don’t want to wake anyone!” He insisted.

You turned around, pulling two more slices of bread out, biting back a smile that threatened to break your stoic facade. You felt his eyes burning a hole in your back and it made you wonder if he was aware his attention made your cheeks burn a primary shade of red.

Jay grabbed the peanut butter from the cabinet, reaching over your head as you stared into the toaster, monitoring the amount of char. When the bread reappeared it caused you to startle. Jay let out a quiet snicker, thoroughly amused by your reaction.

“It’s just toast.” He laughed.

His hand met your shoulder as his arm extended past you, taking the toast from the toaster. His grip on you tightened for a second, the heat from his body meeting your back as you stood still.

His voice lowered as he leaned closer to your ear. “No need to be scared.”

A shiver rolled down your spine but you shook it off. Instead, you focused on putting the last two slices of bread in the toaster and not jumping out of your skin when they were done.

Maybe it was for the best that you didn’t notice the way his eyes traced up and down your body as you walked from the counter to the fridge. Maybe it was for the best you didn’t see the way his hand was itching to reach out for yours as you took your respective plates and mugs to the bench at the end of the sandy walkway.

Maybe it was for the best you couldn’t hear the way his brain was constantly churning with new ideas as to how to get closer to you.

You sat in silence at first. Both of you stared at the waves gnawing at the shore and elderly folks as they took their morning strolls. You watched seagulls fight over trash and laughed at the plovers as they scuttled as the water receded from the beach.

“Sorry, by the way.” Jay finally murmured.

Your head whipped towards him, confused by his words.

“If I intruded on your morning.” He continued.

You couldn’t shake your head fast enough, doing all you could to finish the food in your mouth before beginning to speak.

“No! No! I like your company.”

“Yeah, but you said that the whole goal was to enjoy your morning before everyone else woke up.”

You paused and thought. Jay’s normally bright eyes seemed marred by wariness and discomfort as he looked from you to his feet.

“You’re different.” You shrugged. “I don’t mind you bothering me.”

A small grin unfurled over his cheeks as he stared down. He nodded slowly as though your words were played on a delay, only just having reached his ears on the ocean breeze.

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah.” You agreed.

It was quiet again. Jay sipped his tea and slowly shifted ever so slightly closer to you. You felt a sort of tension hanging heavily, tuning out the rest of the world around you. The wind and the waves and the cawing gulls were muted as his knee gently brushed against yours. You both chose to ignore it.

Your breakfast plates sat empty, your tea was just sediment at the bottom of a mug. You folded a napkin into a million tiny triangles while you wondered whether it was best to just return to the house or if there was reason to keep sitting on the bench.

And then Jay cleared his throat.

“So, I don’t know how to say this.” He started.

You turned to him and you watched as he tilted his head just slightly, just enough to look up at you, his arms resting over his knees.

“This,” He gestured to you and then himself. “Wasn’t an accident.”

“What?”

“I set my alarm this morning.”

“Okay?”

Jay scrubbed the back of his neck with his hand before letting out a heavy sigh. But all you could do was stare at him unsure as to what he was trying to say.

“I set my alarm so I could wake up and meet you in the kitchen.” He finally blurted out.

A siren went off in your head, drowning out everything around you, drowning out the intensity of Jay’s expectant gaze. You felt your breath catch in your throat, words dissolving entirely from your brain. It wasn’t until his finger poked into your leg that you found yourself brought back to Earth.

“I remembered what you said last night and I set an alarm for, like, sunrise, and just waited in bed until I heard you.” He spoke, his voice was quieter now, more self-aware and more self-conscious.

“How did you even know it was me?” You asked.

“I guess I didn’t. But once you wake up at sunrise you can only wait so long before you need caffeine in your body.” He shrugged, a laugh tinting his words.

You felt your heart beating a furious pace against your chest and you worried it might just burst free and fall into the sand. You worried you may never form another sentence so long as Jay was breathing the same air as you.

And then his fingers found yours, curiosity imbued in his actions.

And your fingers deftly wove between his.

And before you knew it, you were holding his hand. It wasn’t exactly romantic. It was intimate but it wasn’t yet familiar. It was figuring things out. It was finding who the other person was on this side of the fence that you had both so suddenly jumped over.

A nervous laugh slipped from your lips and a shade of pink began to douse his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“I’m glad you did - wake up with me, that is.” You murmured.

“Might be the best choice I’ll make this entire trip.”

Guts got the best of you as you looked up to the sky, a satisfied grin quirking the corners of your mouth upwards.

“There’s another choice you could make. Another good choice.”

Jay’s fingers tightened around yours. He knew exactly what you were thinking about. He knew exactly what you wanted and he had trouble denying the fact that he wanted it too.

“What’s that then?” He asked, not needing your explanation.

You placed your plate beside you and your mug in the sand as you hopped to your feet, never letting go of him. He stood with you, placing his own plate on yours. Before you knew it, he was standing directly in front of you, towering over you as you felt yourself sink lower and lower in the sand.

“What’s it that you think I should do?” He asked once more.

He reached up with his free hand to hold your chin between his thumb and his forefinger, causing your eyes to bashfully stray from his face.

“I think you already know.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in close and grinned.

“I think you’re right.” He spoke, his nose only a fraction of a centimeter away from yours.

And then his lips met yours. And the sun could’ve dropped out of the sky. And the ocean could’ve risen over your heads. And the air around you could’ve been sucked into a vacuum.

But you would never have noticed.

The only thing that mattered was the way he dropped your hand to curl his fingers around the curvature of your waist. The only thing that mattered was the way you forgot your first name when his mouth was on yours. The only thing that mattered was the way you felt his lips form into a smile midway through the kiss itself.

He pulled away and you found yourselves in your own little bubble - no more tension, no more anxiety, just an abundance of excitement.

“This might be the best breakfast I’ve had in a while.” He chuckled softly.

“And the day has barely begun.” You quipped.

He pulled you close to his chest, kissing the top of your head as you fell into his embrace.

And that was how you spent the rest of your week. Wrapped up. Ensconced. Enveloped. There were naps in the sunlight in the middle of the day that he blamed on your commitment to waking early and you would argue that he didn’t have to rise with you. He would lay your towel out on the beach before his own and he’d carry your beach chair so you didn’t have to.

And there was hand holding. And there were kisses. And there was love.

And most importantly, after that fateful morning, there was you and Jay. And peanut butter toast.

#i always get so nervous when writing about food because people are all so particular about it #like if you think peanut butter toast and fruit is a bad breakfast pls do not tell me #it will haunt me #jay white imagines #jay white fanfic #jay white x reader #jay white imagine #jay white fanfiction #njpw fanfiction #njpw fanfic #njpw imagine

[thekentuckyhimbo]

Sunrises and Kiwi Crushes

Pairing: Jay White/Reader, Jay White x Reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Words: 2.5k

Chapters: 1/?

Complete: Yes

Summary:

You live a quiet life in your small town, working two jobs to pay your way through college. But one night while working at the bar in town, a stranger from New Zealand comes in for a drink. Suspicious of his presence, you soon find out he has just bought the property next door to your parents’ farmhouse.

Author Notes:

I never used to be the type to write Reader or OFC fics so this feels oddly nerve-wracking and gratuitous. Full disclosure I am not American so I am just kind of making shit up lol. But I feel this community needs more slow burn Jay White fics and so here I am lmao

Chapter Notes:

I am very bad at naming things

Chapter 1

It’s a Friday evening and mercifully you’ve been rostered on by yourself tonight. The bar you work at is unusually quiet; it’s the first weekend of the NFL off-season and it seems that the residents of your town are still lamenting the Super Bowl loss of their beloved Chiefs.

When you enter behind the bar from the back room, tying your apron around your waist, you notice that there are only two faces sitting at the bar, and behind them the rest of the dining area is empty, pool tables still set up and untouched.

One of your patrons you recognised as Mr Davis, a broad-shouldered older man with a toothy grin and a booming voice. He worked for a plumber the next down over, and you had recognised his dusty old sedan on your way in.

The car beside his, however - a shiny pickup that’s silver paint job had barely a speck of Kansas’ iconic red dirt on it - must have belonged to the stranger who sat two stools down from Mr Davis.

It was rare that your small town saw anyone beside the locals. Occasionally during the summer months a few tourists on road trips would amble their way in and take a look at your mom’s gift shop, but ever since they built that new highway in the nineties, what little tourism infrastructure there was had shut down. On main street there was a long-abandoned motel, opposite the theatre that had closed down all but one of its screens. The last time you had seen a tourist come through here, he had apparently been making a YouTube video where he was attempting to visit all 34 ‘Springfields’ in the United States. A big Simpsons fan, of course.

At any rate, the newcomer already had a beer in his hand and his head down in his phone, so for now you took little notice of him. When he needed a refill, perhaps then you’d ask what he was here for.

Truth be told though, you were too tired to care. You’d been helping your dad at the farm all morning, attended classes through the day and into the afternoon, and had changed into your work clothes in your car in the back parking lot before you walked in here.

Thankfully the other barmaid who worked on Fridays, Molly, had been given the night off. You thought she might have mentioned something about taking the opportunity to go out with her boyfriend - a petty jab at your perpetually single status that she often found too tempting to resist.

Unfortunately, Ruth and Hank - the owners of the bar - had left you the unenviable task of cleaning out the bar fridge on such a quiet night. Ruth and Hank were in their late sixties now and a lifetime of manual labour at their farmhouse in the day and standing behind the counter at the bar during the evenings had taken its toll on their bodies. So that left you, their strapping young hire and long-suffering neighbour, to do all the heavy lifting in the place.

“Good evening, Mr Davis,” you said, squatting down opposite him behind the bar.

You decided you’d start right away, because apparently someone had spilled a beer in the fridge, which had sparked your bosses’ desires to spring clean, and you figured it was going to be disgusting.

“I’m just cleaning out the fridge tonight,” you called from where your head was inside the fridge, reaching far to the back to grab bottles of beer that had probably been in there for fifteen years. “So if you need anything give me a holler.”

You took to your work quickly, telling yourself that if you finished early and your patrons left you might get to close up early and get a decent night’s sleep for once. Driving back and forth two hours each way to your college was hardly ideal, but the stories you heard about their dorms were unsettling to say the least. Besides, at twenty-five you’d only just worked out what you wanted to do with your life, and at twenty-five you were certainly too old for a college dorm.

As you leaned into the now-empty fridge to clean it with a dish rag and a bottle of cleaning spray, you heard Mr Davis begin to make conversation with the stranger at the bar. Or perhaps interrogate him, depending on your interpretation.

Mr Davis was asking the stranger what NFL team he followed.

The stranger replied, “I’m more of an NBA kind of guy.”

His accent was something that you couldn’t place, but you felt like you recognised it from somewhere. South African, maybe? You wondered. In your first semester classes last year there had been a South African exchange student, and you thought they sounded vaguely alike.

“Where you from, son?” Mr Davis asked.

In his tone you could hear a hint of suspicion and you felt compelled to stand up from the fridge. You began idly wiping down the counter in front of you, trying to be subtle about the way you eyed up both men. This wouldn’t have been the first time you’d had to kick Mr Davis out for having one too many drinks and starting a fight. Normally it was about sports, but in your experience Mr Davis wasn’t the most open-minded man.

The stranger, to his credit, seemed remarkably calm. Your eyes met his as you glanced up at the confrontation, and he held your gaze for just a second before returning it to Mr Davis. In that single glance he seemed to communicate that he knew what you were doing; watching them and awaiting the fight that seemed thick in the air.

“New Zealand,” the stranger replied coolly.

The New Zealander had put his phone away now and swivelled on his stool so that he was facing Mr Davis. His posture was relaxed, shoulders hunched forward slightly, but in that polished way that actors in movies had about them. You weren’t sure what to make of him just yet, but his pretty face and long brown hair told you he wouldn’t handle being punched by Mr Davis very well.

“Long way from home,” Mr Davis said darkly, his eyes narrowing.

“Mr Davis,” you said suddenly, and both his and the stranger’s eyes snapped to you.

You had no idea what you were going to say next, so you floundered for a moment, folding the dish rag in your hand into an unnecessarily small square. Finally, you decided to say what you always said when Mr Davis got a little too rowdy.

“How is Mary?” you asked, flashing him a smile that you knew would look painful even as you held it for an extra beat.

Mr Davis turned his body back towards the bar, and towards you. He grasped his beer glass tightly in his hand. There was an inch or so of amber liquid left, which he lifted to his lips and drained before placing the glass on the bar with a loud ‘thud’.

“I suppose I should go home and find out,” he finally answered.

And with that Mr Davis was gone, snatching his coat off the back of his stool and stumbling out the swinging front door. Part of you felt like you should call Mrs Davis to come and pick him up, but historically whenever you’d suggested that while working here Ruth and Hank had laughed you off as though you were being ridiculous. Drink driving wasn’t an offence taken particularly seriously in Springfield.

You watched the swinging door slow to a stop for entirely too long, contemplating how to broach the subject with the stranger. You felt oddly compelled to apologise on behalf of your town, but you also understood that Mr Davis’s distrust of outsiders came from a lifetime of big city developers sweeping through small towns throughout the state to bulldoze and pave over the locals in favour of expanding whatever industry they were in. And that would of course include your parents’ farm.

The New Zealander however didn’t seem like the big city type. You took him in fully now. Long wavy hair and a relaxed t-shirt and cotton shorts. He hardly looked like he was a businessman, or even like he had big city money.

“What a warm welcome,” he said dryly, flashing you a wry smile.

You shrugged your shoulders, crossing the distance between where you stood and where the New Zealander sat. He was conveniently in front of the beer taps, so you reached out and refilled his glass without asking.

“This one’s on the house,” you informed him simply, before going back to the task you’d been given (if only so you didn’t have to continue this awkward exchange).

You knelt down in front of the now clean refrigerator and began piling the alcohol back into it, save for the beers that had been right at the back which you were sure were as old as you were. As you did, the New Zealander continued to talk to you.

“Is he always like that?” he asked casually.

You lifted your head up from the bar long enough to say, “Pretty much,” before returning to your work.

As much as you might sympathise with the guy’s desire to smooth over the awkwardness of this entire interaction, you also didn’t really care to get to know him. Partly because you couldn’t help but wonder how this entire thing would have gone down if Molly hadn’t had the night off.

Despite her boyfriend, Molly was a merciless flirt, and had seemingly made it her mission to make every man under fifty she ever met blush. Molly would surely think this guy was attractive. Under his t-shirt his arms were muscular and dark, a natural tan that made him look sun-kissed in a way men from your town didn’t. You figured it must be from a life spent at the beach on a coastline somewhere. (Did New Zealand have beaches?)

Briefly you entertained the fantasy of asking him what it was like to live in a place that wasn’t land-locked, because truth be told you’d never left Kansas.

Molly would have liked this guy’s hair too, something so different from the way men in their town wore their hair. And his beard would have been desirable, Molly would likely have said it was a sign he was a ‘real man’. Not that you knew what that meant. Maybe it was some type of innuendo, but more likely it was just something Molly said because a man without a beard in this town was hard to come by, and beggars couldn’t be choosers.

You could only put off the inevitable for so long, and after closing the refrigerator door and spending an unrealistic amount of time wiping over said door, you finally stood upright and met the stranger’s eyes again.

There was little else to do around the place tonight. You could busy yourself polishing glasses and wiping the bar, but there was only so much of that to do with only one patron in the whole place. The stranger and Mr Davis had likely been their only customers all day. If it had been a local at the bar tonight, you would have just pulled out your phone or chatted idly to them about their kids, their business, and any of the latest town gossip. But you weren’t as comfortable doing that with this stranger in your bar, especially by yourself. Resigning yourself to a long, boring night, you began polishing the bar with a rag like someone out of a movie.

The New Zealander attempted to strike up a conversation again after a while. You thought of Molly again as you heard the lilt in his voice. It was quite musical really, and you were reminded of when an English backpacker had stumbled into town long ago - you’d still been in high school at the time - and all the girls had gone crazy for him.

“You don’t seem very interested in what I’m doing here,” the New Zealander noted.

You took a moment to mull over his words, trying to decide how best to reply. You thought about the truth, which was that you were exhausted and just wanted him to leave, but that seemed rude.

Eventually, you just shrugged and said, “People come through from time to time.” When he stared blankly back at you, you added, “They never stay long.”

“Well I just moved here,” the New Zealander countered.

That took you by surprise. Your mind raced as you struggled to process what he’d said. The old Smith house had been on the market for nearly five years at an outrageous asking price from the grandchildren of the Smith family, who were a few years younger than you. You remembered seeing them come to visit their elderly grandparents a lot growing up, and so the house had been left to them instead of Mr and Mrs Smith’s only child, who by all accounts was a bit of an asshole. You wracked your brain trying to think of any other houses for sale in the area, but of course there weren’t any. Most houses in Springfield had been passed down by families for generations.

Not only were you concerned for the New Zealander’s safety, because residents of your town rarely took kindly to strangers, but the Smith house was right next door to yours and you couldn’t imagine seeing this guy every day.

What you were thinking must have been evident on your face, because the stranger - your new neighbour - held up his hands in a gesture of peace.

“I’m not here to make waves,” he said, though behind his eyes you could see a twinkle of something mischievous - like some part of him was enjoying your discomfort.

You licked your lips thoughtfully, wondering if you should tell the guy you were neighbours or not. You supposed he was going to find out either way, but part of you felt challenged by the look in his eye, like you wanted him to work for it and earn his place. If he was truly determined to stay in Springfield then he would. If not, at least he might escape before Molly or any of the single girls in town got their claws into him.

“You about finished up here or what?” you asked him, a hint of defiance in your voice that you hadn’t expected to hear from yourself.

Your new neighbour lifted his glass and drained the last of his beer before standing up. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and dropped a twenty on the bar. You pocketed it quickly, half expecting him to change his mind.

He smirked at you from across the bar. “Thanks for rescuing me,” he said. He put his wallet back into his pocket before he continued, “My name’s Jamie, by the way.”

And with that ‘Jamie’ was off and out the door. Unfortunately you knew you hadn’t seen the last of him.

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[elitehunter]

Jay White: You have such a pretty face, you should be on a Christmas card

Title: You have such a pretty face, you should be on a Christmas card Theme: Day 6 - Ice Skating for @12daysofchristmas Fandom/Character(s): NJPW/Jay White x OFC Warnings: None Word Count: 909

She's invited basically everyone out to go ice skating around the holidays and Jay hates ice skating (Jay hates anything he's not the best at), but he can never say no to her. Which is strange, because normally he loves telling other people no.

Read it on AO3

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

I have always wanted to do a WIP list and never got around to it!

✨️UPDATED 4/20✨️

Well here it is!

Kip Sabian x Reader (18+)

Swerve Strickland x Reader X2

Ricky Starks x Big Bill x Reader

Tyler Bate x Reader

Baron Corbin x Reader

Angelico x Reader

Jey Uso x Reader

Santos Escobar x Reader (Request)

Bang Bang Gang x Reader

Juice Robinson x Reader

Cash Wheeler x Reader

Undisputed Kingdom x Reader

Kenny Omega x Reader

Top Flight x Reader

Austin Theory x Grayson Waller x Reader

Hook x Reader

Hook x Reader (Request)

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[coleskingdom]

Master List

Who I write for:

Adam Cole

Christmas Vacation

Grinning Like the Devil

Story time

Letting Someone Go

Your Revenge

Disappointed

Anti hero

Adam Squared ( Adam Page and Adam Cole)

Overheard

Hangman Adam Page

Cover Me Up AU

A Grand Adventure AU

Debut AU

Something More

Keep You Safe

Nights Like These

Le Petit Mort

Walls

I Wonder

So Your a Doctor Now

Jay White

Mine

Mine Pt 2

Mine Pt 3

Mine Pt 4

Mine Pt 5

Mine Pt. 6

Mine Pt 7

High Rollers Keep Em High

Hands on You

Say It

Bang Bang BBQ

Sunday Drive

Dynasty

Matt Jackson

Little Dear

Hips and Thighs

Sunday Funday

Man in The Mirror

Early Morning Phone Call

Always

Will Ospreay

The Only Thing I Ever Wanted

Pictures

Commonwealth Kingpin

Laundry Day

Want Me to Prove It

Handsy

Lost in Translation

Requests are open

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[sydsaint]

It's been a while since I've wrote for Jay <3

Summary: The reader is Adam Cole's sister and manager. With Adam out on injury, she is stuck with Max whom she doesn't like. Luckily for her, Jay White has his eyes on her and Max's title belt.

"Yeah, alright. I'll let him know, Adam. Yep. Miss you too." You finish up your conversation with your brother on the phone. You hang up and turn toward Max, who's been eagerly waiting for you to get off the phone. "Adam says hello."

"Hello? Is that all?" Max frowns, his eager smile quickly fading. "Did he say anything about his foot? Or when he's coming back?" He asks you.

You pocket your phone and shake your head. "He just had surgery not even a month ago, Max." You remind him. "It's going to be a while before he's back."

"Yeah...I know." Max sighs and slumps in his chair. "I just miss him." He frowns again.

"He's my brother, Max." You remind Max with a scoff. "I miss him too." You insist. "I'm going to go grab a bite from catering. I'll be back in a bit."

Max nods and watches you exit the locker room silently. Being Adam's sister and manager, you've been hanging at Adam's side since he joined AEW. So when Cole joined up with MJF you begrudgingly took the world champ under your wing as another client. You don't trust Friedman as far as you can throw him. But you put up with it for Adam.

Your journey to catering is silent and peaceful. Just the way you like it. You grab a water and a small premade sandwich then start returning to the locker room. However, you only make it outside the catering room before the Gunn kids stop you.

"Well if it isn't Y/N Cole." Austin grins at you, blocking your exit.

"Y/N, babe. What are you doing out here all alone?" Colten asks you with a grin to match his brothers.

Setting your free hand on your hip you stare at the brothers pointedly. "What do you want? Ass boys?" You ask them with an annoyed expression.

"Hey!" Austin snaps at you. "Don't call us that!" He whines.

"Lads, let's all calm down a bit, yeah?" Jay White appears between the brothers with a crooked grin. "Besides, you two should know not to talk to such a beautiful woman like that." He adds.

You narrow your eyes at Jay, Bullet Club Gold's sly, silver-tongued leader. He flashes you an inviting grin and inserts himself between Austin and Colten.

"Y/N, sweetheart. How have you been?" Jay asks you. "It's been a few months since I arrived here in AEW and we've yet to catch up." He reminds you.

"What a shame." You snark. “We barely knew each other anyway, Jay.” You remind him. “In fact, if I remember right. I was working main events with Adam while poor little Jay was still confined to the LA Dojo.” You tease him.

Jay chuckles and the sound raises goosebumps on your skin. “And look at me now, sweetheart. Quite the improvement, wouldn’t you agree?” He asks you.

“Is there a point to this conversation, Jay?” You roll your eyes. “Because Max is waiting for me, and my sandwich is getting stale.” You add.

“Ah yes, Maxwell,” Jay replies with a sly smile. “How is working for the devil, Y/N? He teases you. “Fulfilling work, I’m sure.”

You huff a breath out of your nose and take a step forward. “It’s fine. Now get lost. And take the Ass Boys with you.” You turn your nose up at the trio and shoulder past them.

“Oh come on Y/N! We both know that ain’t true, sweetheart!” Jay calls after you. “And I can offer you a way out, darling! All you have to do is ask!”

You roll your eyes again and mumble a few words to yourself. When you get back to the locker room Max is on his phone so you don’t pay him much attention while you eat. While you’re eating you can’t help but think about Jay. That charming smile infects your brain like a virus. ‘Damn him for being so charismatic.’ You curse yourself silently. ‘Him and that stupid accent.’

“You say something, Y/N?” Max looks up from his phone at you.

“Hmm? Oh, no. I’m fine.” You shake your head.

Later into the night, you head out to the ring with Max for his match against Juice Robinson. Max slips into the ring and you hang out in his corner while Juice makes his entrance with the rest of Bullet Club Gold. Your gaze lands on Jay as he saunters down the ramp next to Austin and Colten. Jay’s gaze wanders over to your corner and the two of you lock eyes for a second before you make a point to look away and turn your attention back to Max.

“Make this match quick, yeah?” You call out to Max. “It’s dangerous to be out here alone when so many people are gunning for your ass.” You warn him.

“Please, no one is dumb enough to come out and attack me.” Max scoffs and you roll your eyes at his arrogance.

It’s odd really, usually the cocky, flirty, egomaniacs you don’t mind hanging around. You’ve certainly had enough practice being around them with Adam being your brother and all. But there is just something about Max that makes your blood boil. The guy just gets on your nerves.

The bell rings and Max’s match with Juice starts. You hang out in the corner and wait for him to hopefully make quick work of Juice. Meanwhile, Jay keeps sending winks your way from across the ring. Near the end of the match, Max manages to pull a win while you’re busy distracting the Gunn’s. The bell rings again to signal the end of the match and you hop onto the apron to collect Max.

“Alright come on, let’s get out of here.” You beckon for Max to follow you.

“Will you relax, Y/N?” Max scoffs. “Come on! Let’s celebrate a little.” He insists.

You grit your teeth in frustration but remain on the apron. ‘Why can’t he just listen to me for once?’ You think to yourself.

The lights suddenly go out and your point is proven. You gasp when you feel the presence of someone next to you in the dark. A hand grabs your arm and you audibly gasp and go to try and escape.

“Relax, darling, it’s just me.” A familiar accent in your ear calms your nerves and you suddenly find yourself being hauled off your feet and taken down from the apron.

The lights come back on a few seconds later and you blink a few times in the brightness. Once your vision has adjusted to the light change, you find Jay holding you against his chest over by the commentary table.

Back in the ring, Max is being confronted by a mystery man in his old devil mask along with a couple of other masked men.

“Fuck.” You curse.

“If only he’d have just listened to you, huh?” Jay teases you in a whisper from behind you.

You sneer but don’t make an effort to move. “Was this you?” You ask him in a stern tone.

“Not one bit.” Jay shakes his head. “I just figured I’d be a gentleman and save you from that idiot’s mess.” He adds. “Anywho, you want to get out of here?”

“Really?” You scoff.

Jay chuckles again and with his proximity, you can feel it vibrate through his chest and against your back. “Come on Y/N, sweetheart. You know that you’ve been wanting to ditch old Max since your brother stuck you with him.” He teases you. “Leave with me! We can have some fun!”

You stare at the inside of the ring where a standoff is happening. And you can’t help but notice that Max doesn’t seem to even notice that you’re gone from the apron.

“Yeah, fuck it.” You make a decision, knowing that Adam will be bad but will eventually get over it.

“Atta girl.” Jay purrs his lips brushing your neck. “Come on.” He grabs your hand and starts pulling you toward the ramp.

You watch Max get the crap beat out of him by the mystery group while you retreat with Jay and the rest of his group. Jay stops at the top of the ramp and you notice that Juice has somehow come into possession of Max’s world title belt. Juice hands Jay the belt and you find Jay pressed up against your back again. He holds the title belt in one hand while the other hand is draped over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” You hear Max finally start to wonder where you are. “What are you doing?” He asks when he sees you at the top of the ramp with Jay.

“Sorry, Max.” Jay laughs. “But it looks like I got the belt and the girl.” He holds the belt up and spins you around to face him at the same time.

You laugh and shrug at Max. “Sorry, Max. Send my regards to my brother. If he ever returns any of your calls.” You torment Friedman before Jay kisses you harshly. 

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[madhatterbri]

Captain | J.W.

Summary: Y/N is the lover of a man that is indebted to him. Jay White agrees to take you to settle the debt. Historical AU.

Hope you enjoy @coleskingdom

Author's Note: Someone once posted that Jay reminds them of a pirate, and I can't stop thinking about it. Listen, I don't want any smoke with the Darby girlies. He is in the GIF and it was just easier that way.

@plentyoffandoms @99hook @theworldofotps @midwestmade29 Mentions of Jay White, Austin Gunn, Colten Gunn, Darby Allin

Pure Fiction

Captain "Switchblade" Jay White was one of the most feared pirates in the Americas and Caribbean. Men, women, and children feared to even speak his name for fear that he would magically appear. Very few lived to tell the tale after crossing his path. Rumor had it he only kept a few survivors to spread the word about his cruelty. His boys, Austin and Colten, who stood by his sides, were known to have the same love for cruelty.

A cool ocean breeze blew onto the docks as five pirates had a stare-down. The dimly lit lanterns flickered, trying to outlast the harsh wind. Despite the dim lights, the scowl on Jay White's face could be seen. Captain Darby didn't have the money with him.

Y/N stood behind Captain Darby and watched Captain White closely. He wore a black vest and a gold chained necklace. A knife hung from the gold chain. Black pants with gold and white hashtags shielded him from the elements. A gold bat laid limply in his hands. The two other men at his sides appeared calm at the news, yet they could pounce on Darby at any second.

"You see, sir, I haven't enough money. We barely escaped with our lives last week when we happened on a British ship. Their defenses," Darby stuttered and snaked his fingers through his hair. Jay shifted once he found out he wasn't getting his money again. He shuffled his boots and looked down at the ground. He grabbed his gold bat and twirled it in his hands. The bat was going to be tasting blood tonight.

"That is a shame, you know? You have a nice ship, hard-working crew," he complimented. Austin and Colten nodded in agreement to their deranged captain. Jay took a step towards the right, and his eyes locked on you. An idea suddenly popped into his head. "A beautiful woman at your side,"

"Captain White?" Darby questioned as Jay strode towards you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Austin and Colten stand over Darby to keep him quiet. You looked down at your feet. There was no use in running especially being outnumbered like this. Jay moved the bat under your chin. He raised your head up so the two of you were staring face to face.

"She isn't part of this deal, Captain White. She was here for, um,"

"Prettier than any treasure I have ever seen. Tell me your name, darling," Jay instructed you. You told him your name without hesitation. He tried to catch his surprise reaction, but you could see it in his eyes. You weren't afraid of him despite the stories. Call it madness or brilliance.

His right-hand men smiled at each other. He spoke it back to you. The way it rolled off his tongue made you practically swoon. Jay looked down and rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb in more thought.

"Support? Trust me, mate, I wouldn't want to let this one go either. But you, my lucky friend, have an amazing opportunity at your hands. One that I don't just let any bloke have, you understand?" He asked. The cunning captain acted like this was a deal of the century. You knew better. Darby isn't going to like this one bit.

"She isn't for sale," Darby defended you. Despite the brief courtship, he had become fond of you. The tiny moment of courage squashed when he looked at the disdain of the three men around him.

"You give her to me, and all your debts with me will be squared away," Captain White offered and stood between Austin and Colten. Darby looked down in shame. He wanted his debts with the captain squared away more than anything.

"You promise that you won't hurt him if I go with you?" You questioned. The captain pointed his bat at you and then at Darby as he spoke.

"If you come with me, I swear on my life that I will not lay a single finger on your beloved. He will get to have his ship and crew and sail around free of any worries as a pirate should in one piece," Jay promised and looked at his boys out of the corner of his eyes. You turned to Darby, who didn't seem to be against this idea. The Switchblade reached out his hand for you to take it. "Our bargain?"

"Deal," you agreed and shook his hand. Jay smiled triumphantly.

Once you made it up the ship, Jay reached his hand out to seal the deal with Darby. Darby went to take his hand, yet Jay pulled his away. Darby looked on in confusion until Jay raised his hand up in the form of a gun. His index finger pointed right at Darby's forehead while his thumb was straight towards the sky.

"Welcome to the Bullet Club Gold, love. Why don't you make your way up there? I will be with you shortly for your first command," Jay assured you. He stepped out of the way so you could walk the gangway back up his ship.

While walking the gangway, you noticed his black sails with gold and white hashtags like his pants. The number five represented in them the five captains that betrayed him. Supposedly, they left him to die on some island, but he was able to come back stronger than ever. Rumor had it the men were currently running from him like dogs.

"You lied to me," you accused him. "We had a deal,"

With little hesitation, Austin and Colten began their attack on Darby. One punch knocked him on his ass and the brothers ganged up on him. All you could see were the two men on top of him.

Jay made his way up the gangway, whistling a jolly tune. The sounds of grunting and yelping farther and farther behind him. He didn't worry too much. The boys knew to keep him alive and in one piece as promised. His bat rested comfortably on his shoulder. You watched the beating in shock.

Jay stared at you and raised his hand up for you to see. "Afraid not, darling. I promised never to lay a hand on him, and he would be in one piece. I kept my word. My hands are clean,"

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

NSFW alphabet with Jay White please?

Jay White NSFW Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet Masterlist Main Masterlist Jay White Masterlist

18+ You have been warned

This has not been proofread

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Jay is a pure sweetheart after sex, mainly because he is so rough with you

He is always quick to scoop you up in his arms and get you cleaned up

Jay would praise you after sex, telling you how good you did and how proud he is of you

The two of you would cuddle up under the secure sheats, falling asleep in eachothers loving embrace 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jay’s favrouite part on himself is his chest/abs 

Mainly due to the fact that he spends hours in the gym everyday to get so jacked

On you, like him, his favrouite part is your chest/stomach/waist 

He loves to hold your body close to his at all times

He always has a arm wrapped around you

He loves to lie on your chest after a hard day, listing to your heartbeat calms him and makes him forget about his worries 

He constantly pictures you carrying his child, he can’t wait for the day to come where he can watch your stomach grow, creating a life 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Jay has a massive breeding kink

He loves to make a mess everywhere

He loves to cum on your breasts, adoring the sight of his seed dripping down your body

More than anything he loves to cum in you, watch his seed pour out of you

He is obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant even though he’s not quite ready to be a father, just yet. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This is not necessarily dirty but Jay’s love language is physical touch

Looking at him on TV you would never expect such a thing

Though he doesn’t show it in public the moment the two of you are alone he is all over you, 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jay knows what he is doing 

He has been in few relationships but has had many one night stands 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary

Cowgirl 

69

Doggy style 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jay can be both, sometimes he can be so serious during sex focused on reaching that climax

Other times he will have straight up conversations while he is fucking you into obliviation. Example;

 “How about we go out to that new restaurant that just opened later?” *No response because that man literally turned your brain to mush* insert confused Jay because you are not giving him a response 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean shaven 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Jay is such a romantic it’s not even funny

You wouldn't expect it from him but he love language is physical touch and acts of service 

He is literally head over heels in love with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He would rather have sex with you but when you not with him it’s probably every night 

He pictures you with him, missing you by his side, especially when he is on the other side of the world 

When he really misses you, you might send him a special picture to feel better 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Your favourite Knife Pervert is a real kinky MF

Knife Play

Blood Play

Breath Play

Breeding

BDSM

Biting

Bondage

Blindfold sex

Shibari

Impact play

Pregnancy kink

Mirror sex

Cock warming

Wax play

Pain kink

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Jay can and will take you anywhere and everywhere 

And I mean everywhere 

Backstage in a storage closet, his private locker room, the car, a jet, the beach, you name it you have probably done it there 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As much as Jay completely obsessed with you I feel like it would take a little something something to get him going

He doesn't get turned on as fast as you would think. However once he starts he cannot stop

He’s a big fan of foreplay 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing 

According to Jay, sharing is not caring 

However I can see him being down with being a throuple 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Literal king of eating pussy

Remember that once clip on collision of Jay eating that cake?

He will eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner if he could 

His preference is giving but will never decline your offer to please him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on his mood that day he can be fast and rough and slow and sensual

He loves to make beautiful love to you but he also loves to destroy you

When he is rough oh god he is ROUGH, like so rough it’s hard to walk after

When he’s that rough he makes sure to take good care of you after

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not the biggest fan of quickies but hey sometimes you need that release

Quickies most commonly occur before a big match as a good luck charm

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jay white is a risky man who loves to experiment 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It’s un humanly the stamina this man has

He can go for so long it's insane 

Expect at least two orgasms from Jay, however every orgasm for him is about two from you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a whole shrine of toys 

Most being inanimate objects that can also be used during sex, example ropes

Jay is a kinky man so expect many tricks up his sleeve 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jay is a massive tease

Most people who tease hate it when it’s being done back to them but Jay loves it

The teasing gets him going

He loves teasing and foreplay

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

It was late, 3 am to be exact. Jay and I had finally got back to the hotel after another grueling day at work. I just got out of the shower and all I wanted was to sleep, Jay however had other plans. Just as I began to fall asleep I felt him on top of me, he sat carefully on my low back, playing with my hair, taking it out of the updo. “What are you doing?” I asked Jay tiredly. “I need you” he whispered in my ear. “It’s late, I’m tired” I told Jay, my face buried in the pillows. “Please honeybee, I need you. Don’t make me take care of it myself.” He took my hand and placed it on his hard clothed cock “See!” “Okay okay, I’ll help you, but you’re doing all the work tho” “Deal”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

7 inches

He has a beautiful dick 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High, like very high 

Everyday or every other day 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

He would wait until you are 100% asleep before he would attempt at falling asleep

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[debbiechanclub]

I'll Be Honest (Looking at You Got Me Thinking Nonsense), Part 3 (of 3)

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher x OFC (...and a little bit of x Jay White) Word Count: 3,930 Warnings: Just some language and angst

Nellie's weekend in London with Kyle ends on a bittersweet note, just as Jay pops up to confuse her again.

TMHWMP Timeline | Masterlist

Read it on AO3

tag squad: @aussiearrow @cowboyslariat @knifepervert @caranoirs @rusevday @missbrownstone @meteora-fc @bec0m @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09 @aussiespam

Sunday, November 21, 2021 London, England

The sheets felt smooth and cozy against Nellie’s bare legs, and she snuggled deeper underneath the blankets, not ready to leave their comfort just yet. She slid her foot toward Kyle, further, further; but she didn’t find him. She opened her eyes. No wonder—she was alone in his bed.

But no sooner had she realized it than the bedroom door pushed open. Kyle walked in, shirtless in gray sweatpants, a coffee mug in each hand. He smiled when he saw her awake.

“Good morning.”

“Mmmorning,” Nellie returned as she stretched. “Is one of those for me?”

“These?” he gestured with the mugs. “Oh, no. Sorry—I double-fist coffee in the morning.”

She sent him a flat look. His grin widened.

“Of course one of them is for you.”

She sat up against the pillows and thanked him as he handed her a mug. From the color of the coffee, it looked like he’d made it to her taste. She took a sip. It was smooth and rich with just the right amount of cream.

“I hope it’s alright,” he said as he rejoined her under the covers. I just put a bit of cream in it.”

“It’s perfect,” she told him. “Jeez, first you know my drink order and now how I take my coffee. I’m impressed.”

“Well, I pay attention. As you learned last night.”

He flashed a cheeky smirk, and heat crept up Nellie’s collar. Kyle certainly had paid attention last night, both to what she’d told him at the club beforehand and her cues in the moment—and she’d given them. Thank God Will and Torrance hadn’t been right next door; they absolutely would have heard.

But thinking of them reminded her. “We have to work tonight. I almost forgot that’s why I’m here.”

“Yeah, you have to retain that RevPro title so we can be double champions together,” Kyle grinned.

“You and Mark have to retain the RevPro tag titles for that to happen, too,” she pointed out. But Kyle scoffed.

“Please, I’m not worried about Roy and Ricky Knight Jr.”

Nellie’s eyebrows arched. “Wish I could say the same about Alex Windsor,” she said into her coffee. It surprised Kyle.

“You’re worried about facing Alex?”

She thought about it as she sipped. “I’m not worried,” she clarified. “But she’s definitely the toughest opponent I’ve defended this title against. And I’m not ready to lose it yet.”

“So don’t.”

Nellie shot him a flat look.

“I’m serious!” he returned.  “Yeah, Alex is good. But so are you. Better, I think. But I am a bit biased.”

Nellie smiled at that. “Are you?”

He held up his thumb and forefinger. “Little bit,” he said, and more than just the coffee warmed Nellie’s stomach then. “But if you really want to be prepared, you should come to the gym with me later. Getting a lift in will increase your focus. Plus, I can make sure your form’s correct. You know, on squats and stuff.”

“Oh, can you?” she smirked.

“Mhm.” He set his coffee down on his nightstand. “And if you want to get some cardio in, we could do that, too. Right now, if you want…”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, and Nellie grinned as she put her coffee down, never so eager to get in some morning cardio.

* * * *

“Okay, spill,” Torrance urged. “I want details.”

Nellie hit pause on her playlist and the music stopped in her headphones. “I was wondering how long it would take you.”

“I’ve literally been waiting to ask since Will and I got back this morning,” Torrance eagerly returned. “And since I’ve been forced to come to the gym on what’s technically my vacation, the least you can do is tell me everything.”

“No one forced you to come,” Nellie laughed as she grabbed a foam roller and a mat. “You could have stayed at the house.”

“Stop stalling. Was it good?”

They found an open area to sit down and stretch on the mats, and Torrance stared impatiently at Nellie as she started rolling out her right hamstring. Truth be told, she’d been waiting for an opportunity to dish to Torrance about her evening with Kyle, too.

“Well… I’m a little worried Mark might have heard something, after all, I’ll put it that way.”

“No.” Torrance laughed through her nose and clamped her hand over her mouth. “So it was a religious experience, then?”

“It definitely didn’t disappoint,” Nellie grinned. “He was very eager to please.”

Torrance looked like she couldn’t have been more pleased to hear it. “I can tell. You’re glowing.”

“Oh, come on,” Nellie breathed.

“I’m serious! And Kyle hasn’t stopped smiling all day.” She smiled then, too. “I’m happy for you two.”

Nellie pressed down harder on the foam roller. But something about her concentrated expression must have given away that it was because of more than just a tight muscle.

“Oh no,” Torrance recognized. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” she quietly returned. “I can just feel myself starting to overthink it already.”

Torrance’s eyebrows arched. “Well, you know I know all about that,” she commiserated. “You want to talk about it?”

Nellie considered it for a second. “No, actually. It can wait until after I retain my title,” she decided.

Torrance nodded. “Totally get that. Speaking of—did you want me to come out with you for the match? I kinda think people are lowkey expecting it because they know I’m here.”

“Did you bring anything to wear?”

Torrance paused, thinking. “Good question. I’ll figure out something,” she said, and she pushed herself up from the floor and grabbed her water bottle. “Do you need water? I’m gonna go fill up.”

“No, I’m good.”

She nodded and walked off, and Nellie resumed her playlist. K-Pop filled her ears, and she switched to rolling out her left hamstring when the music dropped for a second in her headphones. She glanced down at her phone screen—it was an Instagram notification—and when she saw what it said, she slowed to a stop.

jaywhitenz liked your story

She pursed her lips and cleared the notification with a swipe of her finger. Jay could like her gym selfies all he wanted, and he had. It wouldn’t change anything.

But then the music dropped again. That time, because of a text.

Good luck in your match tonight. Is that your sixth defense already?

Nellie stopped rolling. She stared at the message until the screen went black. How had he known it was her sixth defense? Had he actually been paying attention, or had he just looked it up, probably right before typing up that message?

Either way, it didn’t matter. Thanks, and yeah. She sent off the reply and resumed her foam rolling. She could have just left him on read, but she didn’t see the point. They were past that; she’d moved on. She was involved with someone else now. Potentially, anyway.

Are Kyle and I ‘involved’? she wondered. But then her phone pinged again. Jay’s response came quicker than she’d expected.

That’s crazy. But the RevPro title looks good on you. I know you’re happy to be working there again.

Nellie slowed to a stop again. But before she could even begin to unpack that text, another one came in.

And congrats on winning the Stardom tag league btw. I watched the final after I heard. Is the tag title match booked yet?

Nellie’s heart picked up a beat. He’d watched the tag league final? Why? Why did he want her to know he had? They hadn’t said two words to each other since her birthday; she hadn’t even told him happy birthday last month. Where was this coming from, and why now? It was barely after 9 a.m. in Florida.

She looked up and around for Torrance; she could only imagine what her reaction to all this would be. But she was nowhere in sight. And so, Nellie wrote back.

Thanks. The match isn’t booked yet and it probably won’t be until after the new year. Syuri has been too busy defending the SWA title to have a Goddess title defense, too. But honestly, I’m fine with that. Torr and I are both planning to go home for Christmas this year, and I’d rather be able to enjoy myself than rush that time around an important title match, especially since I haven’t seen my family in almost two years.

She hit send, and it wasn’t until after the message was already gone and delivered that Nellie realized she hadn’t needed to tell him all that. She could have just sent him the first three sentences and left it at that. And now she was suddenly thinking about last Christmas and how Jay had done everything he could to make it special for her because she was homesick and unable to see her family because of the pandemic. How that was the first time they’d told each other “I love you”—and Jay had said it first.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked down at the screen.

Well, you know I know exactly how that feels.

“Hey.”

Nellie flinched and looked up. Kyle.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he grinned, crooked and boyish. “You about ready to head out?”

She paused her music again and pushed her phone into the slip pocket on her workout leggings. “Yeah.” She pulled her headphones off her ears and let them hang around her neck. “Where’s Torrance?”

“With Mark and Will.” He offered her his hand, and she took it and let him pull her up from the floor. “You alright?”

Nellie hesitated. Why would he ask her that? Did it seem like something was wrong? “Yeah, why?”

Kyle shrugged. “You just had this super tense look on your face when I was walking over.”

Nellie reflexively tensed when he said that. She made a conscious effort to relax. “Oh, well I was tense. I both hate and love foam rolling because it hurts when you’re doing it but feels good after.”

Kyle smirked. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Me don’t make it weird? You don’t make it weird,” he retorted. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to; it was written all over your face,” she grinned. It only made Kyle’s smile wider.

“Well, if you need extra help working out those tense muscles, I have some ideas.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“What?” he innocently asked. “I was gonna suggest a massage.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” she asked with a glance over her shoulder.

“We can call it whatever you want, babe,” Kyle returned with a wink and click of his tongue, and Nellie tried to focus on the way it made her feel and not what it made her wonder.

* * * *

Nellie had responded to Jay’s text as they’d all walked back to Will’s car. I know, she’d said, short and to the point, and she’d fully expected the conversation to die there.

But Jay had sent one more message.

But hey, maybe you’ll be a double champion the next time we see each other.

That time, Nellie did leave him on read. But hours later, she was still thinking about that stupid text—and everything it said in between the lines.

“Nellie.”

“Hm, what?” she looked up from absentmindedly lacing up her boot.

“Does this look alright?” Torrance held out her arms to showcase the outfit she’d put together: a yellow, pink, and blue plaid miniskirt with a chunky silver chain clipped at the waist; their team t-shirt that she’d cut and cropped; and sparkly Doc Martens. It screamed Torrance Taylor.

“Yeah,” Nellie nodded, and she went back to lacing up her boot. The air in the locker room was thick.

“I know you’re nervous, and I don’t blame you,” Torrance said. “But Alex hasn’t spent the last three years wrestling and training with the best joshis in the world. She’s not ready for you.”

A corner of Nellie’s mouth quirked up. “That tagline is already taken.”

Torrance dismissively rolled her eyes. “Please, I’m trying to give you a pep talk here! So go out there and use what Tam and Zack have taught you and kick Alex’s ass, and then in January we’ll kick Giulia and Syuri’s asses for the Goddess titles, and you’ll be a double champion.”

Nellie laughed to herself at the unintentional implication that Zack was one of the best joshis in the world, but for the sake of Torrance’s pep talk she didn’t mention it. Instead, she said, “You’re the third person who’s brought up the double champion thing to me today.”

“Am I?” Torrance amusedly asked. Nellie nodded, wrapping her left wrist in tape.

“Mhm. You, Kyle… and Jay.”

Torrance stopped what she was doing to stare at her open-mouthed. “I’m sorry, did you say Jay?”

She nodded again, biting off the tape. “He texted me out of nowhere at the gym.”

Torrance’s jaw unhinged further. “And you’re just telling me now?”

Rather than respond, Nellie unlocked her phone, pulled up the texts, and handed it over; it would be easier to just let Torrance see the messages herself. By the time she was done reading, her eyes were wide and round.

“Oh, he absolutely sent that last one on purpose,” she assessed.

“Right?” Nellie agreed, and Torrance handed her phone back. “And he made it sound like he’s coming back soon, didn’t he? Why the hell would he text me that?”

She looked back at Torrance, genuinely seeking a reason; but Torrance’s expression had changed. She didn’t look shocked anymore. Instead, she looked oddly guilty.

“What,” Nellie said. A statement, not a question.

“I think he might know about you and Kyle.”

Nellie blinked, confused. That was the last thing she’d expected her to say. “What? How would he possibly—”

“The video I posted last night.”

Nellie paused in realization. The dinner. Torrance had posted a video of it to her Instagram story. Now that she thought about it, Will had, too. And Jay followed them both.

“Hold on, I can literally see if he’s seen it,” Torrance remembered, and she grabbed her phone. She clicked through to the video; and while it took a few seconds to find Jay’s handle among all the views, it was there, clear as day.

“Okay yeah, he’s seen it,” she confirmed.

“Let me see it,” Nellie said, and Torrance showed her the screen. The video was mostly of Will, but because of where they’d all been seated, there was a glimpse of Nellie and Kyle at the other end of the table; and right before the video ended, Nellie reached up and used her thumb to wipe something from the corner of Kyle’s mouth as he smiled softly at her. Nellie’s stomach fluttered when she saw herself do it. She thought about Jay seeing her do it. She wouldn’t be at all surprised if it had made him wonder.

“Okay, so he’s seen it,” she dismissed as she handed Torrance back her phone. “But do you really think that’s why he decided to text me out of nowhere?”

“Maybe!” Torrance proclaimed. “I’m willing to bet he was fishing for information. He probably threw out that last text hoping you’d respond with something like, Oh, are you coming back to Japan soon? and it would lead to a conversation so he could sus out or even point-blank ask if you’re seeing anyone. Because he saw that video of you and Kyle, and now he wants to know.”

Nellie bit her lip. Nothing Torrance said was implausible. It made a lot of sense, actually. But she scoffed. “Well, if he really wants to know, he could just ask Riley.”

“What?” Torrance returned, clearly confused. Nellie sighed.

“That night we went out and ran into him?”

“Yeah?”

“I told him about Kyle.”

Torrance frowned, putting it all together in her head. “Okay,” she started. “But do Riley and Jay even talk?”

“I don’t know,” Nellie sighed. “I don’t care. If Jay asks, I’ll tell him. We’ve been officially over for three months, and unofficially for even longer than that, so it really shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that I’ve moved on.”

She finished wrapping her right wrist, bit off the tape, and tossed the roll back into her bag. She was hot now, both physically and mentally—and she was caught off-guard by her own reaction. She’d worked through all her emotions about everything that had happened between her and Jay. Hadn’t she?

The door to the locker room abruptly opened, and Nellie and Torrance both glanced over as Alex Windsor walked in. She paused and gave an awkward smile; no doubt she could sense the tension in the air.

“Hey,” Nellie offered. The last thing she needed was for her opponent to think the issue was with her.

“Hello,” she genially returned. “Welcome back.”

Nellie smiled the best she could. “Thanks,” she said, and she pushed Jay to the back of her mind and refocused on why she was there: to defend her RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Championship. Everything else was secondary.

* * * *

Nellie felt like she hadn’t even had a chance to kick out.

She and Alex had been going at it for just under twenty minutes, but it might as well have been double that time, back and forth, each of them just as tired, frustrated, and determined as the other.

But it was Nellie who slipped up and got caught in the end.

One second she was on her feet and the next they were over her head. When she hit the mat, she saw stars. Her leg was already hooked, and her arm already trapped by virtue of the move itself, and the referee was right there and then it was one-two-three.

She felt like she hadn’t even had a chance to kick out.

“That loss is nothing to be ashamed of, Nell,” Torrance said to her; and even though Nellie knew it was true, she didn’t feel it in that moment. She sat slumped and defeated against a turnbuckle, nursing her neck as Alex’s arm was raised in victory, the title already in her hand. There were tears in her eyes. There were tears in Nellie’s, too.

Alex walked over and held out her hand. Nellie regarded it, regarded her. But ultimately, she accepted the gesture, and Alex pulled her up and into a brief embrace, a show of respect. And then Nellie ducted out of the ring and returned backstage, her hands empty, Torrance following behind.

And then she saw Kyle, waiting for her. There were still two matches until Aussie Open’s, but there he was. He frowned at her in sympathy, and her lip quivered as she folded into him.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he gently said. Nellie breathed in his scent, focusing on the feel of his arms around her, the way he leaned his chin on top of her head because she fit just right. She wanted to live in that feeling for as long as she could.

“You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of,” Kyle said, repeating Torrance’s words almost verbatim. He moved his hands to her arms, and Nellie pulled back to look up at him. “You were—you are—a fighting champion. No one can deny that. Right?”

Nellie gave the smallest of nods. “Yeah.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead, and a tear slipped down Nellie’s cheek as she closed her eyes. But it wasn’t just the loss of the championship she was upset about now.

“Onto the next one,” Kyle encouraged. “You’ll have another championship in no time.”

“Yeah, we will,” Torrance grinned. Nellie did her best to return it.

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” she breathed. Kyle gave her another squeeze, and then she headed back to the women’s locker room. Straight to her suitcase. She grabbed her phone, and then it was almost as if she was outside her body, watching herself open her text chain with Jay. The most recent message, But hey, maybe you’ll be a double champion the next time we see each other, left on read. She typed back.

Well, that’s not happening now. I lost.

She sent it off and tossed the phone back into her bag. She wanted to shower, wash the grime, sweat, and defeat from her skin. She untied and pulled at her boot laces, undoing them just enough to pull the boots from her feet, and then her socks. She unwrapped her wrists and discarded the tape, grabbed her towel and toiletry bag; but as she stood from her seat, her phone pinged. She reached down and picked it up. Jay.

I’m sorry, Nell. But think of it this way: now you can put all your focus on Stardom and winning the tag titles.

Nellie had to give it to him—he had a point. But she left him on read again and headed to the shower, resisting the growing urge in her gut to ask if he was finally coming back to Japan.

* * * *

Nellie wasn’t the only one to leave the pay-per-view with less hardware. As unworried as Kyle had been about Roy and Ricky Knight Jr., Aussie Open had dropped the RevPro tag titles to them, too, and Will was left the only champion still standing. Needless to say, not much of anyone was up for going out after the show, and so they retreated back to Will’s house, somber and tired. Nellie and Torrance had a flight to catch back to Tokyo tomorrow morning, anyway, and Torrance undoubtedly wanted to soak up every hour and minute she had left with her boyfriend. Nellie was similarly aware of her time with Kyle as she lied snuggled against him on his bed—and how it was running out.

“Well, tonight sucked,” Kyle abruptly said into the silence.

“I don’t want to think about it,” Nellie returned. “I just want to enjoy what time we have left.”

Kyle laughed lightly through his nose at that. “You make it sound like we’re never gonna see each other again.”

“Well… now that I’ve lost the title, I don’t know when I’ll be back again.”

She turned her eyes up at him, looking for a reaction, an emotion, something that could clue her in to how Kyle felt about that, if he felt any type of way about it at all. But she only saw quiet contemplation.

“I wish we were working World Tag League,” he said after a while. “Hopefully we’ll get to Japan soon.”

Nellie looked back down, her head still resting on his chest. “Hopefully,” she agreed. And then, “I was afraid this would happen.”

“What?” Kyle asked.

“That I would catch feelings for you.”

There was a pregnant pause. Nellie inwardly winced, wondering if she shouldn’t have said it, if it wasn’t reciprocated, if she’d misinterpreted the entire weekend.

But then Kyle said, “You’re not the only one.”

Hearing that lifted Nellie up and weighed her down all at once. It was simultaneously a comfort to her heart and a dagger to her gut.

“But let’s just see how it goes,” Kyle thoughtfully added. “That’s all we really can do.”

Nellie nodded. “Yeah,” she quietly returned, for lack of anything better to say. Because as much as it sucked—hurt, even—Kyle was right. That really was all they could do.

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All The Gold Pt 2 - Jay White (NJPW)

Pairing: Jay White x Female! Reader

Synopsis: After winning another title to become 2x women's champion, Jay confesses his feelings for you.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Language, Tension, Dramatic Themes, Fluff with a General Audiences feeling to it, Jay falling head over heels for you, longish?

Word Count: 1.5k+

Requested by: @cuttingedge708 thank you so much for requesting a part 2, lovely. I hope you have fun reading this one!  

***PREVIOUSLY ON PT 1 OF ALL THE GOLD***

Heading backstage with Jay, the rest of the AEW roster gave you a clap out and a very well known ‘’congratulations’’ on your win against The Baddie Jade Cargill.

The celebration of a brand new chapter starting in your life was just getting started.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

You were backstage in your locker room lacing up your pink and black boots string by string, fastening the strings to your jet black leather boots tightly. Thoughts had pondered in your head one by one, every time you would step up to another woman in the ring, you had nothing but mad respect for her. Especially the one you had defeated in the past, which was the one and only Baddie, Jade Cargill. She must’ve been distraught after losing to you, her 282 day reign as champion was old news anyway since it’s already been a month. You recalled lending out a hand to Jade, from what you believed, she couldn’t stand the fact you had beaten her for the TBS Women’s Championship fair and square.

But tonight? A brand new chapter was going to begin.

Your eyes were set on Toni Storm, a long known envious rival that you had a little bit of a problem with ever since she’s stuck her nose in the All Elite Wrestling world. She was AEW Women’s World Champion, for all you cared. You’d hate to play the villain, but without a title draped over your shoulder like gold, you were absolutely nothing.

‘’Are you ready to make history tonight against Toni, Y/N?’’ Your platonic best friend Jay asked you while you were in the middle of slipping your ring gear on.

‘’Hell yeah, Jay. What I’m also ready for is to get vengeance against her after all she’s done to me. You’ve seen it and heard it all, right? With her little friend Thunder Rosa.’’ You let out a little laugh, rolling your eyes on top of it.

‘’Well, of course I have, Y/N. Don’t let them get to you, alright? You’re better than them.’’ He praised, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

Your lips crept into a smile, confidence rushed through you as you stood up with your head held high and your hopes up. Jay embraced you into this warm welcoming hug, he always knew how to make you feel better instantly.

‘’Good luck out there, you got this.’’ were the words he spoke before parting ways with you.

Sighing in relief, the cologne he wore still lingered along with him, just to put you head over heels for him. An interviewer backstage had stopped you right before your match with Toni had started.

‘’***insert Y/N’s ring name here***, what makes you think you can end Toni’s reign as AEW Women’s World Champion once and for all?’’ The interviewer had questioned, while cameras huddled around you.

‘’All I can say is, Toni, if you’re even listening in the archives on what I’m about to say to you, your reign as champion is going to end tonight. Don’t bring your little friend Rosa along, because I have had enough of the both of you, and I will no longer take bullshit from either one of you.’’ Your eyes pierced right through the camera lens of the cameraman behind the camera, you stormed off without a trace leaving both the interviewer and the camera crew in shock.

‘’JR, back over to you.’’

You tied your hair back into a messy low bun. Adrenaline rushed through you as the ring announcer introduced you as the challenger for the World Championship. The tension grew high, the audience was cheering for Toni, chanting her name over and over again, you couldn’t even hear yourself think.

‘’And from Auckland, New Zealand, she is the AEW Women’s World Champion, Toni Storm!’’ 

And after that —-

‘’Ring the bell!’’ The referee Audrey called.

You snapped out of your thoughts quickly, Toni stood in the ring, begging for you to take the first hit.

‘’What are you waiting for, huh? Hit me!’’ She demanded, pointing right at her face.

You just had to be better than her, recalling what your best friend Jay White told you minutes before the match. You took a big step forward to the mat, butting heads with your rival. You were not intimidated at all, you weren’t backing down without a fight. She gave you the biggest slap she could with all of her strength knocking you off one tower. 

Holding your face with the palm of your calloused hand for a split second, Toni pushed you to the edge. The edge where she didn’t want to cross paths with. You fought back, tackling her to the mat of the ring you and her had stood in. You lost control, as you said before, you weren’t going to take no shit from nobody. Not her, not her little friend Thunder Rosa. After all the comments they made about ‘’you’re not worthy of becoming a two time champion,’; and ‘’if it wasn’t for Jay, your name wouldn’t have been brought up in All Elite Wrestling.’’

They forgot who exactly the hell you were. It’s time that you proved Toni and Thunder Rosa wrong for good. 

In the corner of your eye, while you were trying to recuperate and get back up before the count of ten, Thunder Rosa attempted to interfere in the match and cost you your opportunity while the referee had his back turned, assisting Toni. 

‘’Not today!’’ You shouted, elbowing her hard in the face as the referee didn’t see what exactly happened.

‘’Did you see that just now!?’’ Toni pointed all jaw-slacked, in utter shock, getting back up to her feet to try to make an exclamation point to end the match once and for all. No, you couldn’t lose to your enemy, not this time, you added a mental thought.

You. Make. Her. Pay. 

Everything was like slow motion from an action movie, your thoughts began to slow down as you felt yourself slow down physically as well. Doing one of your finishing moves on Toni Storm, this was it you thought once more.

1… 2… 3.

‘’Here is your winner, and the new AEW Women’s World Champion, Y/N L/N!’’ The woman announcer exclaimed into the mic, emotion washed over you as you were handed the championship. Hoisting it up over your head, Jay was waiting backstage to congratulate you on another successful win on becoming a two-time women’s champion. Walking from the backstage area, you were stopped by your platonic best friend, Jay White.

‘’Y/N, you did great out there. More than great, actually. You did incredible!’’ Joy escalated through Jay, he lit up like a Christmas Tree when he saw you. He gave you a tight hug, embracing you in his arms.

‘’Thank you, Jay. If it wasn’t for your help, I wouldn’t even call myself two time women’s champion.’’ Smiling from ear to ear, you and Jay stood there holding on to each other like nothing else mattered in the world.

‘’I want to tell you something I’ve never told you before. Ever since the day we both laid eyes on each other, I couldn’t help but love you.’’ Jay began to say, covering half of his face with the palm of his hand.

‘’Jay….. What are you trying to tell me?’’ You replied in a bit of awe, trying to read him.

He took one big step forward to you, the side of his hand delicately swept over your cheek. He sighed

‘’Y/N, promise you won’t hate me when I tell you this?’’ His eyes glistened, his attention all turned on you as he looked you straight in the eyes.

‘’No, I’ll never hate you, Jay. You’re my best friend,’’

‘’I love you more than a friend, you supported me throughout my darkest days. And if it wasn’t for you also, I wouldn’t be here.’’ Jay leaned in closer to you,  now decimeters away from your face. Your cheeks flushed.

‘’I— I love you too, Jay.’’ Your hand raised up to cup his cheek, the both of you leaned in to share your first kiss, a kiss that was meant to happen all these years you knew each other.

You and Jay White stood in silence, lips parted and all. Ten seconds later that felt like eternity, he pulled away. He chuckled, raveling his hand through his hair while you gave a sly smile to the man that saved your life. The one that you could always rely on no matter what the circumstances were.

‘’Did you like it?’’ He asked with a playful look upon his face.

‘’I loved it,’’ You said with absolutely no shame. He placed his hands flat down into your hands, his forehead met yours. 

‘’I’m glad you did. I loved it as well.’’ A peck on the lips was given to you by him, his hands never leaving your’s.

‘’Now you can say that you didn’t win all the gold alone.’’

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final call

Jay White x Reader

content warning: multiple references to alcohol as this is set in a bar and the reader and jay are drinking

summary: jay didn't tell you he'd be in town so you decided a little teasing wouldn't hurt anybody.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

The man at your side hadn’t taken his attention off of you since you had sidled up to him at the bar. He had bought you a drink and his hand had found its way to the curve of your hip. 

He was tall. He was handsome. 

And he was everything Jay hated.

And you could see it in his eyes as he stared at you from across the room.

You really hadn’t intended to end up here. You thought you’d just come out for an hour, say your ‘hello’s, wish your friend a ‘happy birthday’ and go home. 

But then you saw Jay. 

It had been months since you had seen him last. It had been months since you had heard from him. It had been months since you had last found yourself tangled up in his body, tangled up in his sheets. You had an arrangement and you had no uncertain terms. When he was in town you would waste your time together. You were his and he was yours until he left. And when he left you both were free to float around wherever you wanted.

It was casual. It was aloof. It was easy.

But there he was. And his eyes ran up and down your body and an electric shock you hadn’t felt in a while surged up your spinal column.

You were surprised to see him. So you decided to have a little fun.

You had stared up at the man beside you, your best doe eyes on as you asked him about the difference between scotch and rum. And, true to form, he immediately took the bait. He ordered you an expensive glass of some sort of liquor and launched into a half informed speech that you only half listened to. 

The stranger’s mouth lingered only inches from your ear as you leaned in to hear him better over the din of the chattering patrons. You turned your head, your eyes making direct contact with Jay’s, challenging him to get up, challenging him to make a move.

But he didn’t.

Instead he remained where he stood, leaning over his table, his silver necklace dangling perilously close to his drink. His gaze was trained on you but his face was stoic. You bit the inside of your cheek. You were going to have to try harder.

So, you turned back to the man who was vying for your attention. You laid a hand on his arm, and leaned in just a little bit closer. Jay looked away, but clenched his glass nearly tight enough to shatter it. 

You finished your drink with a small exhale, beginning to feel a tiny buzz as you focused your attention.

“Have you ever had an Old Fashioned?” The stranger asked as he waved the bartender over.

“Hmm… I don’t think so!” You chirped, sickly sweet innocence injected into your words.

So he bought you another drink. And you sipped it slowly. 

And the man’s hand moved from the curve of your waist to the crest of your hip. And you watched as Jay laughed bitterly to himself, pretending to have absolutely no interest in anything you were doing. But the blush was rising on his cheeks and you knew his temper was limited.

So you did the only thing you had left in your arsenal. 

You leaned in real close to the stranger and whispered in his ear, your lips grazing his skin. You asked him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter and he eagerly nodded. So you grabbed your coat and your bag and before you could take a step from the bar, Jay appeared.

His leather jacket hugged his muscles just right, his hair pulled half up, half down. His hand met your wrist and gripped just lightly enough, a sugary smile consuming his lips. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you here.” He sang, passive aggression eating at his tone.

“Jay!” You exclaimed in mock surprise, leaning in for a hug. “What are the odds? How are you?”

He smelled of cologne and the cold winter air. And, as he hugged you back you felt a sort of relief in the way his fingers flexed over your spine. You felt like you were falling right back into place.

“Wonderful.” He nodded as you parted. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Well, actually -” The stranger started but you shook your head.

“No, of course not!” You said.

“Great.” Jay smirked. His eyes flickered from yours to the stranger’s. “I’ll take her from here.”

The man went to protest but you paid him no mind as Jay led you to a table in the corner of the bar, dimly lit and away from any mutual friends. 

He leaned back in the booth as he looked you up and down. Slowly, a bitter smile curled up at the corners of his mouth. 

“What was that all about?” He asked.

“Making a friend.” You shrugged.

His eyebrows arched into his forehead. “A friend?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Am I not allowed to have friends?”

Jay deliberated on the question but you knew the answer. 

“I just thought you’d want more interesting friends.” Jay said.

“He was very interesting!” You lied.

Jay spared a glance to the stranger, still standing at the bar, still looking as alone as when you had left him. Then, Jay looked back to you and then the drink in your hand.

“Since when do you drink whiskey?” He asked.

You swirled the brown liquor around in your glass, hesitant to take another sip. He wasn’t wrong.

“Do you want a drink you’ll actually drink?” He pressed, his eyes burning a whole through your facade of indifference.

You bit your lip but shook your head. With a grimace you sipped a little more of the Old Fashioned as if to prove a point to the man beside you. He didn’t seem impressed but he also didn’t seem satisfied.

“Have it your way.”

Jay crossed his arms over his chest and you began to get giddy with the rush of driving him insane.

“Did you actually want to talk to me or did you just want to pull me away from that guy?” You asked, a cheeky smirk spreading over your cheeks.

“Did you actually want to go home with him?” Jay thrust a finger in the man’s direction.

You shrugged. “Maybe I did. Is that any business of yours?”

“That guy?” He leaned in towards you, incredulously. “You’d go home with that guy?”

“What’s wrong with him!?”

You knew what was wrong with him. He was your least favorite type of person. Self absorbed, over confident, and almost certainly felt entitled to your attention. Most importantly, he was not Jay. But Jay didn’t need to know all of that. Not now, at least.

“He looks like a pain in the ass.” Jay muttered.

“He bought me a drink.”

“He was buying your attraction.”

“These are big words for a guy who didn’t buy me a drink.”

“I offered to!”

“You didn’t even tell me you were back in town.” You challenged.

It was your turn to cross your arms and sit back in the booth. You had been excited to see Jay but something felt off - something felt wrong. You couldn’t quite place why at first but suddenly it hit you. 

Why hadn’t he called?

Why hadn’t he texted?

Why had he chosen this party to appear back into your life?

“I thought you knew.” He shrugged.

“How would I have known?”

“I just thought -”

“You thought I had a Jay radar? That I would just sense you were home and your bed was empty?” 

“That’s not -”

You could only roll your eyes. “It would’ve been nice if you had called.”

With an air of finality, you stood from the booth, pulling your jacket over your arms. You went to take a step away but a hand reached out and grabbed yours before you could separate. Jay was holding you back, a desperate look in his eyes. 

“Sit down.” His words came out as an order but you could tell they were a plea.

“Actually, I think I might go and see if that guy wants to get out of here.” 

You were being a child but it was what Jay deserved.

“You don’t want to go home with him.” He warned.

“Maybe I do.”

“I don’t want you to go home with him.”

And then there was silence. 

You  turned to face Jay with a shit-eating grin. He fell back in the booth, his arms crossed over his chest. You had a leg up on him again and it felt good. 

“Well that sucks. You really should’ve called me, in that case.” You shrugged, shoving your phone into your purse.

“I’m sorry.” Jay mumbled. 

It wasn’t enough, though. You grabbed your glass and the napkin beneath it and moved to start walking away.

“I’m sorry!” Jay spoke louder this time, his voice almost petulant with frustration. “I didn’t call because - I don’t know. I got nervous.”

His words rattled around in your head. Why, after years, was he suddenly nervous to call you? Why did he think you would just let it go? You had more questions than you knew what to do with but you took a deep breath and did all you could to focus on your goal - obtaining a reasonable explanation. 

“That’s better.” You smirked, finding your way back to a seated position. 

Jay stared at you as you lowered yourself, his eyes following your movements, his mouth slightly agape. 

“You just had to apologize.” You shrugged, pretending your head wasn’t swimming.

“So you didn’t want to go home with that guy?” He asked, quietly.

You laughed, shaking your head vehemently. “Christ, no. That guy?! He looks like a pain in the ass.”

Jay dropped his head into his hands, completely at a loss for how to respond to any of the words coming out of your mouth. He looked up past his brow, his eyes connecting with yours as you smirked back in his direction.

Silence fell over your table, a sense of calm pushing its way into the air between your bodies. Jay swirled his drink around in his glass while you completed the arduous last sip of your own. You could feel the wheels turning in his head and you suddenly became painfully aware that he too had not forgotten his admission of nerves from only moments earlier. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, he let out a long sigh.

“You want to get out of here?” He asked.

You shook your head slowly.

“I’m not getting out of it that easily, am I?” He laughed.

“I don’t think so.”

“What if I get you food on the way home?”

The word “home” threatened to send you spiraling but you shook your head all the same. He wasn’t going to play with your heartstrings. Not this time.

“Not even if I give you the good pillow tonight?” He tried again.

“I’m getting the good pillow tonight whether you like it or not.” You chirped.

Jay’s eyes widened. “So you are coming home with me, then?”

His voice was slick with self satisfaction and it made your eyes instantly roll back in your head. 

“I didn’t say-” You started but it was useless.

“Right. Right.” Jay nodded.

You laughed softly. It was the same story over and over again. There was the awkward dance where you both had to rediscover how to share your spaces and then all of that pretense gave way for comfort. You could laugh easier and he would let his guard down. Sometimes it felt like you had to reintroduce yourself to Jay every time he came home but you didn’t mind.

“Anyways,” You spoke, finally breaking the silence. “What’s this about being nervous to call me?”

Jay bit his lip, his eyes falling away from yours, down to his drink. You could see him formulating an escape, a way to get you back to his bed without having to open up. But then his eyebrows lifted and you knew there was nothing he could do.

“Sometimes I get nervous that I’ll come back and you’ll… you’ll have, like, you know…”

You waited as he gestured to an indiscriminate, abstract concept in the air, hoping he’d finish his sentence. You were confused when he only trailed off.

“A what, Jay?”

“A, like, like a -”

“Like a….?” 

“Someone else.”

The ambiance of the bar and your friends partying ceased to exist. You felt as though you were free falling. 

“Someone else?” You managed.

“Yeah. Like, you’ll have someone else and you won’t need to see me.”

The falling sensation only became faster, the sounds returning around you, suddenly feeling sped up and unrealistic. You wished you hadn’t finished your drink now that you found your mouth devoid of all moisture.

“I mean, I thought you wanted this to be casual-”

“Right! I just worry about it being weird.”

His answer was a little too fast for your liking. You had secretly hoped he’d at least slightly reconsider the friends with benefits stipulation that had been emblazoned on your relationship since day one.

“It wouldn’t be weird.”

“It would be.”

“It would not be weird if I were to meet someone else. We could still be friends.”

Jay’s face faltered as he heard your words. It was somewhere between a grimace and a flinch and you couldn’t quite decipher what it meant.

“I don’t know about that.” He said.

You felt slightly incredulous. After all your time spent together, how could he doubt the platonic possibilities should you find someone that actually wanted to keep you around. He had been your wedding date and your shoulder to cry on. You had been the one true tether he had to home when he was far away. And now he was suggesting that it meant nothing.

“You don’t think we’d still be friends?” You asked.

“I don’t know-”

“Why?” 

Jay’s only response was to shrug, further infuriating you.

“No. Why not?” You pressed.

“I don’t know if I’d want to.” His voice lilted slightly at the end of his words, making his sentence sound more like a question.

“You wouldn’t want to?”

“I just think that-”

“You wouldn’t want to keep me around if I didn’t sleep with you?”

“That’s not what-”

“It is!” You hissed.

“I’m not-”

“That’s low, even for you.”

“I’d be too jealous to be just friends!” He finally blurted out. 

You opened your mouth to continue arguing, not having registered his words at all. But then his hand found yours and, suddenly, his words were the only thing you could hear, rattling around the space in your head. His eyes were burning holes into you, half frightened and half shocked by the strength of his own voice. He had appeared out of nowhere tonight looking so cool, but now you could see through it all. You saw past the necklace as it dangled just above his abs, you saw past the leather wrapped physique. And in the wake of all of that, you finally saw him for what he was - scared.

“I wouldn’t be able to watch someone date you. It’d make me crazy.” He added.

He dropped his gaze back to his hand holding yours and you worried you might never get him to look at you again.

“You wanted this to be-”

“Casual. Yeah, I know. You already reminded me.” He sighed.

You weren’t sure what to say. You weren’t sure where to go from here. But you felt Jay’s thumb run circles over your hand and you knew you were at least getting close to knowing what you wanted.

“Do you not want it to be casual -” You began but Jay shook his head.

“No. I mean, casual is fine. It’s been working. As long as you’re still into it.”

“Yeah. It’s fine.” You responded slowly. “But I mean if you weren’t - we could-”

Jay’s eyebrows raised and his grip on your hand tightened in anticipation of your next words, unsure as to whether they’d make him happy or heartbroken.

“If you weren’t cool with just being friends we could do something else.” You offered.

“Like what?” 

You stared at him, momentarily dumbfounded. “What do you mean ‘like what’? 

“What else could we do?”

“We could try to actually be together. How are you not following what I’m saying?”

“I didn’t want to assume!”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back a laugh. You could tell he was becoming frustrated with you once more but there was something about the way his cheeks began burning red that always made you feel weak in the knees.

“But I mean, if you think keeping it casual is working then we can keep it that way.” Your words were softer this time, a tiny hope resting in your chest that Jay wouldn’t hear them.

You watched his eyes flicker as he thought. He carefully bit his lip and furrowed his brow, making it seem  as though he were doing long division instead of making (what seemed like) a simple choice. 

“You would have to call me to let me know you’re back home, though. Unlike tonight.” You teased. “I don’t know if that’s a dealbreaker for you.”

Jay bit the inside of his cheek as a begrudging chuckle wandered free of his mouth. He pulled his hand away as though it were a punishment for your lighthearted barb.

“You wouldn’t get to flirt with random strangers at the bar.” He bit back.

You stuck your lip out in an exaggerated pout, causing Jay to laugh even harder.

“How will I go on?” You exhaled dramatically.

“Hopefully, happy to talk to just me.”

You slid closer to Jay in the booth until your leg was against his. “I’m always happy to talk to just you.”

It was quiet again. Despite the calm, you felt your heart racing in your chest and hoped he wouldn’t be able to hear the steady, methodical thrum of the organ. You looked up at him and he looked down at you, his ice blue eyes freezing you over. 

“So do you want to try to be, like, exclusive? Or?” You asked softly.

You expected a verbal response but all you received was his unwavering attention. His eyes flashed down to your lips and back up to you and you worried you might just pass out from anticipation. Hesitantly, he leaned towards you, placing a hand on the ridge of your jaw, guiding your face closer to his. He pressed a lingering, chaste kiss to your lips before pulling back. You had kissed him a million times before but this particular kiss was different. It wasn’t after a night spent together or as you fell into bed. It was random and sweet, with no subtext or implication. 

“I think that’s something we could work out.” He nodded as he pulled away.

You tried to hide your smile but it was useless. You could see your friends in the distance, oblivious to anything happening in the little space you had both carved out with one another. You felt safe and secure and isolated, wrapped up in everything that was Jay’s aura.

“Now,” He started, throwing back the rest of his drink between his words. “I think I offered to get you food on the way home.”

He stood from the booth and offered you his hand like a real gentleman might. You took it and let him guide you through the crowds of people. You gave your friend a quick hug and a “happy birthday” before you followed Jay out to the side walk. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and his lips pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you walked back towards his home.

He got you food and you shared it with him, sitting on his couch watching reality television until the early hours of the morning arrived and shards of orange sunlight began to illuminate the floor. It was different than most nights spent at his apartment. Your clothes stayed on and, when you fell into the bed finally, you immediately passed out with your head on his chest.

The good pillow sat beside you, unused in favor of the body beneath you, and, for once, things felt like they had fallen into place.

For once, his home felt like it could be your home. 

For once, he felt like he could be yours

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[thekentuckyhimbo]

Something Sinister

Pairing: Jay White/El Phantasmo

Warnings/Tags: 18+, smut, blowjobs, dom/sub, brattiness, intoxication (alcohol)

Words: 2k

Complete: Yes

Summary:

Jay’s become a little… obsessed with one particular member of the Bullet Club of late. He’d like to say that it was a brotherly affection, a desire to mentor his friend, or perhaps offer him a sliver of the spotlight. Even some kind of kingly desire to ensure that the man didn’t embarrass him on the world’s stage, since Jay’s reputation was so intrinsically linked to that of each other man in the group. But no, the truth was something much more sinister.

Author Notes:

El Phantasmo is a brat, Jay pulls him into line.

Something Sinister

Jay’s become a little… obsessed with one particular member of the Bullet Club of late. He’d like to say that it was a brotherly affection, a desire to mentor his friend, or perhaps offer him a sliver of the spotlight. Even some kind of kingly desire to ensure that the man didn’t embarrass him on the world’s stage, since Jay’s reputation was so intrinsically linked to that of each other man in the group. But no, the truth was something much more sinister.

Jay watched him now, stupid round sunglasses hanging off his nose - even though they were inside and it was the middle of the evening - shotgunning his third beer in a row to the cheers and coos of his Bullet Club compatriots.

Jay sat in the corner, aloof, stretching out his legs until he was sitting deep in his armchair, stroking his beard with one hand and clutching a long empty can of beer in the other. He watched as beer soaked the front of El Phantasmo’s shirt, his pants. The alcohol went straight to his head, amplifying his already drunken state. His dirty hair hung in curtains around his face, defying all laws of physics by being somehow simultaneously greasy and frizzy. He was disgusting. He should have been disgusting. But to Jay he was…

“You’re a fool,” Jay heard himself saying - loudly - tossing away the empty beer can in his hand and stalking across the room to where El Phantasmo sat.

By the time Phantasmo understood what was happening, Jay had crossed the room and was dragging the Canadian up to his feet by the front of his shirt.

Jay’s actions surprised even himself, so he yanked harder on El Phantasmo’s shirt and pulled him through the hotel suite like a dog, towards Jay’s adjoining room. When they got to the door he found himself shoving Phantasmo roughly inside and stalking in behind him, slamming the door shut with a crack he was sure everyone in the building heard.

Jay watched as Phantasmo caught his bearings in the room, stumbling around in a circle as though concussed before falling unceremoniously into a heap on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, Phantasmo clumsily reached for his face and wrenched his sunglasses off, tossing them beside him onto the bed. They bounced off and cluttered to the floor noisily.

“Fuck, man,” Phantasmo slurred, somehow finding his way up to a sitting position, his feet planted firmly on the ground like they were the only things keeping the world from spinning.

Jay stormed across the room to the bathroom, coming back with a towel that he threw pointedly at Phantasmo’s chest.

“A member of the Bullet Club,” Jay snarled, brandishing a menacing finger at Phantasmo’s chest, “is not going to sit there covered in beer and stinking like piss.”

Jay felt like he was on fire, half tempted to cuff Phantasmo around the ear. His chest was heaving and he was dimly aware that he was blown up from having done nothing, but he didn’t dare think about the implications of that. Instead, he continued to rip into Phantasmo, though now he lowered his voice, lest the rest of the boys hear.

“You smell like a homeless person,” Jay bit out, now standing over Phantasmo, who was clutching the towel in his hands and studying it like he’d never seen one before in his life. “For fuck’s sake,” Jay swore.

Jay was ripping off Phantasmo’s jacket before he had time to process the implications of doing so. The jacket was as soaked as the rest of him and Jay tossed it to the floor. El Phantasmo’s bags were in his own room across the hall, but Jay would find him something of his to wear. He couldn’t stay like this.

Phantasmo’s shirt went next, and Jay wanted the other man to protest, to wriggle, to sell it like a guy would if Jay was ripping off his shirt in the ring. It was supposed to be insulting, provocative- Scratch that, to provoke a response. Some part of Jay wanted ELP to fight him. Instead, the drunk Canadian just sat there like a petulant child, allowing himself to be undressed with minimal resistance. Jay wasn’t going to put up with that. He wasn’t Phantasmo’s keeper.

“Pants. Off,” Jay ordered in the most menacing voice he could muster, given what he was asking.

Jay turned his back to set about finding Phantasmo something to wear, bending down to dig through his bags. He kept a careful eye on Phantasmo in the mirror, watching as he fumbled pathetically with the fly of his jeans before finally shoving the offending clothing down around his ankles. He kicked them off his feet with all the coordination of a baby deer, flinging them somewhere across the room.

Jay shook his head in frustration, standing and setting his shoulders back before returning to Phantasmo with a t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

“You’ll have these dry cleaned before you give them back,” Jay sneered as he handed the clothing over, “and so help me if you get one drop of bodily fluid on them.”

Phantasmo didn’t dare look up at Jay, now stood over him so they were mere inches apart. Jay didn’t want to think about the proximity of Phantasmo’s face to a certain part of his own body, but the thought lingered there in his mind, dangerously close to the surface.

“So I’m not getting kicked out?” Phantasmo asked pathetically after a few tense moments.

The pitiful tone in the Canadian man’s usually cocky voice wrenched at something deep within Jay, causing Jay to move his hand towards the other man’s head. Again, long before he could consider the implications of such a thing. Jay placed his palm against ELP’s cheek, which felt hot under his palm. He contemplated slapping it, just to explain away what could only be described as an affectionate gesture, but something about Phantasmo’s downturned eyes gave him pause.

“Not tonight,” Jay said, gentler than he’d meant to.

El Phantasmo looked up at him then, and Jay was surprised to see the clarity in his eyes. After a moment, Phantasmo’s pitiful expression turned into a filthy smirk.

“So I can stop pretending to be drunk now?” he asked with a quirk of his lips.

Jay’s skin turned from hot to cold in an instant, his stomach gathering into knots. He’d been labouring under the impression that Phantasmo wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, but now he knew the other man had been playing dumb. And yet, as the seconds went on and Jay continued to process this revelation, Phantasmo made no move to swat away Jay’s hand, or to dress in the offered clothes and leave the room. Instead, Phantasmo’s smirk stayed concrete in place - if anything it deepened as he stared up at Jay through his lashes.

Finally finished processing Phantasmo’s words, Jay was left with only one reasonable conclusion, one word that kept popping back up into his mind when he looked down at Phantasmo’s smug little face:

Brat.

Palm still against Phantasmo’s cheek, Jay hooked his thumb inside the other man’s mouth suddenly, wrenching his it open. Jay wasn’t even surprised when Phantasmo immediately began sucking on the intruding digit, his eyes never leaving Jay’s.

Jay knew a thing or two about brats by this point in his life, and he was pretty sure he knew what would wipe Phantasmo’s petulant little smirk right off his face.

With his free hand, Jay unzipped his fly expertly, freeing his leaking erection (Jay didn’t want to think about how long he’d been hard for) from his pants with little fanfare. He ought to have slow-rolled it, put on a show, but Jay was aching to see Phantasmo’s reaction to his size just as much as his balls were aching for release.

Sure enough, Phantasmo’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a stunned, open-mouthed expression. Jay thought he might have even see a little drool leaking from the corner of Phantasmo’s lips.

Enticed by the thought of Phantasmo’s wet mouth, Jay took himself in hand and guided the head of his cock towards Phantasmo’s parted lips. Jay didn’t expect Phantasmo to say no at this point, but he expected his brattiness to prevent him from giving in straight away. Instead, Phantasmo seemed just as pent up as Jay was, greedily swatting Jay’s hand away and taking Jay’s length in his own hand, stroking it briefly before guiding it towards his own mouth.

“Fuck,” Jay breathed as he watched Phantasmo taste his cock like it was his first sip of water after a long walk through the desert.

With nothing else to hold onto, Jay found his hands winding themselves into Phantasmo’s hair, which felt much softer than Jay had expected it to. He clutched the Canadian’s hair at the roots, content for now to simply go along for the ride.

Perhaps this was some kind of apology, or something Phantasmo had been thinking about as much as Jay had, because the older man lapped at the head of his dick in earnest, stopping only to swallow him until Jay’s pubes were rubbing against his nose, where he sucked long and deep.

Phantasmo took him so deep at one point that he choked, pulling off with a sudden pop and gasping for air. All that served to do was pull a strangled noise from somewhere deep in Jay’s throat.

Phantasmo tried to dive back in, but Jay stopped him by yanking on his hair until Phantasmo’s head was wrenched back, eyes watering.

“Just who do you think is in charge here?” Jay admonished, though he could barely maintain a scowl on his face, so enamoured was he becoming with his little brat.

Phantasmo said nothing, but Jay saw the way he squared his jaw, a hint of defiance in his eyes.

“Open your mouth,” Jay ordered.

Phantasmo hesitated, so Jay yanked harder on the other man’s hair. Phantasmo seemed to understand then that there was no escape, so he opened his mouth wide. Most likely he was expecting Jay’s cock again, but Jay had other plans.

Still with Phantasmo’s neck wrenched back by the hand in his hair, Jay leaned over him and spat directly into his mouth. To Phantasmo’s credit, he didn’t flinch. If anything, it seemed to turn him on, filth that he was.

“Good boy,” Jay praised, loosening his grip on Phantasmo’s head.

After that Phantasmo knew better than to try to take the reigns, instead opening his mouth wide and allowing Jay to fuck his mouth. Which Jay did in earnest, loving the feeling that he could push his whole dick inside the other man’s mouth, so far that it hit the back of his throat, and he would just take it and take it.

Jay rode Phantasmo’s face like there was nothing else in the world that mattered. He rode him until the older man’s eyes were watering and his fingers were clawing at Jay’s thighs. But still Jay didn’t relent, hand in his hair only tightening again until finally Jay felt the familiar snake of his orgasm coiling up in his belly.

Jay pulled out, stifling an uncharacteristically tender moan as he painted Phantasmo’s face with his cum. Jay used his hand to milk every last drop of it out of his body and onto Phantasmo’s face, into his mouth, down his neck. Jay wanted to mark this man as his, to own him and destroy him. When Jay finally finished it was with Phantasmo’s lips around the head of his dick, helping him to suck out every last drop.

Afterwards Jay felt boneless, collapsing onto the bed beside Phantasmo in a panting heap. He lay on his side, body curled inwards like he might if he were going to sleep. Phantasmo didn’t join him, but was admiring Jay’s handiwork in the mirror.

Phantasmo smirked at his own reflection, swiping two of his fingers over his cheek to collect some of Jay’s cum and then taste it, sucking on his fingers.

Jay reached a boneless arm out to pat Phantasmo on the shoulder, feeling as tired as though he’d just wrestled a thirty minute match.

“Good boy,” he told his brat.

Truly this was something very sinister. And Jay had a feeling it was just the beginning.

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